Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it BLEEECH!
You know that something is going on when your pastor answers the phone while trying to catch his breath. As was the case today. The conversation was short and went something like this:
Me: "Hi Pastor. What's going on?"
Him: "I'm just (huff) on the roof (puff) of the church (huff and puff) pushing off ice."
Me: "Has Jim had a chance to clear the parking lot?"
Him: "He's working on it right now."
Me: "Great. Have a good day and enjoy your pastorly duties!"
I think it's funny how a pastor, who's called be a shepherd, ends up being a carpenter, plumber, electrician, maid, and parking lot attendant. Don't forget that he still has to make visits to hospitals, the shut-ins, the elderly, the angry, the absent and the prospect. Oh! He's also expected to bring riveting messages 1-3 times per week. You know, the ones that are memorable and life-changing.
Most pastors don't mind doing these things because they love the church and their flock. Sometimes I wonder if it just wouldn't be easier to cut a hole in their roof and lower the sick into their house with a helicopter.
WHAT? That's already been done?
Have a great weekend! I'll see you Monday!
