We preacher-types have heard it a thousand times: “You only have to work three hours a week!”
Bouncing off a statement produced by my previous blog, I thought I would share with you the past week or so in my life.
- I was asked to be in the room with a family as they removed their loved one from a breathing ventilator. He died peacefully within twenty minutes.
- I sat with a family as their loved one underwent surgery.
- I was called to counsel a brother (not from our culture) in the hospital who was refusing to have a medical procedure because he “trusted God, not man.”
- I visited a young man in another hospital who- while passing through- was involved in a terrible multi-car pile up on foggy I-10.
- I was asked to rush to another hospital to check on an elder from another city who had been air-lifted in because of stroke symptoms.
- I dealt with the after-math of the death of a homeless woman on our church property.
- I met with a lady from a community faith-based organization about our potential partnership in using a house on our church property as a residence for a work-release program for non-violent prisoners.
- I had a Bible study with a potential new member of our church.
- I visited with two church members in their homes.
- I met with our elders, our elders, deacons and ministry leaders, our benevolence task force and our worship committee.
- I ate well. I enjoyed a luncheon with our Young at Heart group, a breakfast with our benevolence task force, a Valentine dinner with our Young Family group, our Sunday Hospitality meal and a good lunch with a friend and brother.
- I preached on Sunday morning, taught a Share Group on Sunday night and taught my Wednesday night Bible class.
- And I have not even mentioned the time put in studying for these lessons and the study for my schoolwork.
This is not even an unusual week. It is just more adventures in preaching- and even though I can get weary at times- I would not want to live my life any other way.
Just a week in the life.