Recently I met with a friend’s mom who has terminal cancer. I visited her because she just moved back to Chicagoland after many years away and doesn’t have a church. She was in incredibly good spirits and shared wonderful stories with me. We prayed and shared communion together. It was an incredible honor to be able to serve her in a small way in the last weeks of her life on earth.
Our meeting got me thinking about the job of pastor. There are times it’s tough. Spiritual warfare is a very real part of the job (that’s never included in the job description that churches post on job websites). The hours can be long. You have to work hard to protect your family from being neglected because of the work of the church. The pay isn’t always great. There are many critics. Pressure to perform on Sunday and make great leadership decisions weighs on you. But we have to remember it is an honor to serve.
That word, honor, has stuck with me recently as I reflected on my afternoon with a dying woman. It was an honor to serve her. I was every bit as blessed as she was. God called me to the job of pastor, but it’s more than a paycheck. So much more. It’s an honor to know the God of the universe who can do anything he wants without me, chooses to use me to extend his love and kindness to others.
Even if you’re not a pastor, God still wants to give you the honor of serving others. Remember that when a phone call comes late at night or you have to go out of your way on a busy day to help someone. God could have used anyone in the world to do what you’re doing, but he chose you. What an honor to be used by God!