It’s 11:06 p.m. and I’m sitting here in a bit of a daze. I can’t believe the events that I have been a part of today. It was about 30 minutes ago that I pulled into my driveway after a fourteen hour work day. The day has brought a wide range of emotions — from stress to delight; from inadequacy to euphoria; from passion to discouragement: it’s all been there.
I was Wooddale’s pastor on call today. I really do love these days. When you are pastor on call, you respond to any phone call, drop-in visit, or crisis that may emerge throughout the day. Today, a woman came into the building who had never been to Wooddale. She had been through a major crisis in the past month, and didn’t know why, but felt drawn to the building. After spending about an hour with this woman, and going through many pieces of tissue, God got through. After ten years of running from God, this woman accepted Christ. Her story was heartbreaking, and she has much ahead of her, but she is His. She’ll someday reach the spot where she never has to go through pain again. She’ll be spending eternity with Jesus, and God let me be a part of that process!
A few minutes after this woman left, my friend and fellow youth pastor, Heather, found out that her Dad had been diagnosed with cancer. I hurt for Heather. She loves her Dad. He is one of her heroes. She has spent many hours with him on the road in his semi. She even had a chance to spend time with him on a sabbatical last year. Three other pastors and I prayed with Heather in her office. Heather’s family will meet with a doctor on Friday to discuss the prognosis.
This evening was our second week in our Sex In The Suburbs series at The Garage. I spoke passionately on The Naked Truth About Sex. When the lesson ended I talked with several students about their personal battles in this area. It was tough to listen to them, and my heart broke for so many who are struggling in this area.
The night ended with Pizza and God Talk, our ministry to students where they can ask any question they want about God, the Bible, religion, etc. I spoke to a lot of students about a lot of tought things. I was reminded once again of how tough it is to grow up today.
I’m home now. I’ve snuck a look at each of my kids. I’ve prayed for them as they sleep. I wonder what their struggles will be like. I pray that they will be spared a lot of the pain that I’ve heard about tonight. And, I’m reminded of the lyrics from an old Michael W. Smith song that say, “Into Every Life A Little Rain Must Fall.”
Lord, I won’t always be there to protect my children. I can’t shield them from everything that will happen in their life. They will be hurt. Sometimes, I’ll be the one that says something, or doesn’t say something, or looks the wrong way, or works too much, or . . . or . . . or. Thank You that You will never fail them. If . . . no, when . . . they feel like running from you, pursue them. Run after them. May they always know that You love them, that I love them, that Cyndi loves them. May they see Your love reflected in us. And, when the rain falls, bring the rainbow. Bring the rainbow. Amen.