What I miss most is not the preaching itself but the preparing, the rhythm, the demand, and the discipline.
My radiation treatment meant I'd lose my voice for six weeks, and our church couldn't afford pulpit supply. So the people decided to be my voice.
Each day in the U.S., nine churches close their doors for good. This isn’t news—but it’s hard to talk about when it’s your church.
Everyone is ready to bow a knee at the mention of Bonhoeffer’s name. Precious few of us have even heard of Ralph Hamburger.
"Sam!" she says. She's greeting me as if I changed her life. Unfortunately, I haven't a clue who she is.
We all live with many callings in life, and the greatest is not to be a pastor—much less to be in the right job at a particular congregation.
Larry wondered what Stan wanted to see him about. Stan was not the sort of parishioner who often asked for counsel or help with a problem.
I have pastored the same church for 18 years. That's not exactly a towering pinnacle, but it does provide some interesting views.