I have to keep it short and sweet today sisters. I have a serious case of snow globe brain. Like when you see a three year old shake the dickens out of a snow globe and before the snow can settle they shake it again. Yes. That would be my brain today.
I spoke at 4 services at my church this weekend. It was one of the biggest honors of my life. The staff, volunteers, and members of Elevation blessed me so much I can’t even talk about it without getting choked up.
And my biggest take away? I don’t know how pastors do it.
Honest to goodness, I don’t.
Sitting on the front row as each finished worship song signaled it was getting closer and closer to the time for me to step on stage, my heart became more and more desperate for Jesus to come back. Right now. Rapture? Hello? God? Please?
But no rapture came.
And soon there I was in front of my home church sweating like a toad on a hot tin roof. If toads sweat. I have no idea. And I’m way too tired to Google it. Anyhow.
There is something so different about speaking at your home church.
I felt a weight of responsibility. I felt it in my heart. I felt it in my soul. I felt it in my brain.
And I thought to myself, how does my Pastor do this every week? How does he craft a new sermon, get comfortable with that completely new material, carry that weight of responsibility, feel the anxiety of walking up on that stage, deliver a timed message in tune with the Holy Spirit, and then do it 2 to 3 more times during that weekend? And. Then. Do. It. All. Again. Next. Weekend.
Y’all. Seriously. We need to stop right this second, pull out a piece of our good stationary, and write our pastors a thank you note. And if you happen to know what his favorite restaurant is, send him a gift card to take his wife out for dinner. She carries the weight too. In a big way.
As a matter of fact, let’s write her a note of thanks as well.
I’m not kidding.
And heaven help us if we were thinking of writing a note of constructive criticism to the pastor today. Please don’t. Just love him and his family. Please and thank you.
My pastor’s wife, Holly Furtick, has a Monday morning commentary up on her blog. And because Holly and the members of my church were so gracious and generous and lavished me with more encouragement than I could ever possibly deserve… would you leave her a comment today?
If you’d like to see a link to my message, click here.
Thank you, thank you, thank you! Now, I’m off to figure out how to make the pieces flying about in brain settle back in place again.