Confessions of a perfectly imperfect pastor…
Confessions of a perfectly imperfect Christian…

I write this as God has gifted me with some time to be at home.

What should a pastor do when they get a gift day?

I have sat, just sat, listening to praise music, praying for those out on a blustery morning, all while thankful I don’t have to be out yet!

My lunch perhaps represents my life, a sampler platter, reheated in the microwave; from a Greek restaurant, two mini stuffed grape leaves; from a seafood place, some tilapia and broccoli; and from my mom’s a few veggies! Determined not to over indulge, I bring these scraps home. Determined not to waste them, I end up with some very unusual meals!

Some may say, I am living the life. No kids to keep up with, no husband to satisfy, I get to decide what I do and when I do it.

Some may say, that I live the most selfish of lives. I beg to differ, my life is not my own.
 Often, I question, the Lord, my true husband: everyone’s true spouse – if we have died to self and taken up crosses and tried to follow Him. Where should I be? What should I do? What would be pleasing to the kingdom of God? 

I probably carry burdens that I shouldn’t. Someone asks me for what I do not have to give, and I scramble to see if I can do it. I am often too proud to ask for help for myself, but yet try to help anyone that asks.

Blogging, reaching others, trying to help others, I feel that is part of my call, but yet if I do, people think I ought to be an expert – I AM NOT! I hate that even when I take off my mask – others try to put it on me and put me on a pedestal. How do you share God’s love authentically even as you are struggling to understand what that love is.

If you have the answers, please let me know.

My lunch is cooling, I probably should finish it before I get out and about on my rounds for the day.

But, before I do, I hope you realize this…
We all are imperfect…
We all are untrue…
That is why God, in His infinite love sent His son, Jesus.
Jesus who is perfect, chose to leave the place of honor at His Father’s side.
He chose to become our perfect PASS OVER lamb.
By His stripes we are healed.
Through Him we are covered by the blood of His sacrifice.

Our perfections are perfectly perfected so we do not have to say as Isaiah did, “Woe is me, my lips are unclean.”

Thank you God, that you only ask me to focus in my own imperfection upon, “whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things.” Philippians 4:8 NIV

What is it that God would like you to bring to Him today, so you can focus on Him?

Peace,

The perfectly imperfect pastor