In a rather comical twist of life, I have been preaching this summer in a small church in the mountains of East Tennessee. No one would imagine me in such an appointment; it shocks even me. I teach Sunday School, I have performed a few weddings and officiated a funeral or two but nothing prepared me for pastoring over several weeks. The thing most worrisome is the burden I suddenly feel of their souls and mine. It is one thing to bear the weight of one's own soul, its condition as it relates to eternity matters, but it is quite the other to pack a few more in the task of pastoring. Heavy matters when one is frail, and frailty is a constant condition of humanity. In regards to God, Mike Tyson is a puny weight but his soul still weighs in the heavyweight category.
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