When I preach, I am
absorbed in faces. I'm captured by the sustained opportunity preaching creates
to gaze into the faces of those I am seeking to serve as a pastor. In worship,
it seems more obvious that others are seeing me. In fact, I am truly seeing
them. I see and absorb all kinds of things about people during these moments of
proclamation. The most profound observation is also the most obvious: they are
Being a pastor for 30 years has given me the chance to see both the gifts and the weaknesses of people up close. This vantage point sometimes makes mine one of the weirdest vocations as well as a rewarding one. My breath has been taken away by joy and by shame. It's the story of talents and tyrants told again and again.
Did the “worthless slave” know the story of the foolish bridesmaids? When they did not preserve the oil for their lamps, the women were locked out of the party. We could understand why, if the slave knew that story, he would focus on preserving his money. But now he is locked out while the bridesmaids cry until their mascara runs, and all gnash their teeth.