That's Not My Job
Mother's Day is quickly approaching, like quick. It'll be here in a flash. One moment here, the next, gone. This is like everything else in our lives. Here for a moment, then gone. Over the past couple of months, the church and its members have put a lot of energy and effort into the promotion of our Mother's Day service. Invitations were sent by mail, hung on doors, and passed out to kids at our Wednesday night program.
While working at my other job this week, I was asked by a man what I do outside of work. I told him I was a pastor, to which he replied, "You have a tough job ahead of you." Unable to come up with a response in the moment, I just said, "Yeah, I guess so." After thinking about it, however, I realized that's not my job. Yeah, my job as a pastor may have difficult moments, but at its simplest form all I have to do is be as close to Jesus as I can be and rely on Him fully.
My prayer this week (and for the weeks ahead as we continue to do family movie nights over the summer) is that I will work like everything depends on me but pray as if everything depends on God.