There are some realities about ministry with and to a church that I wish I had known thirty years ago. Much of what I have learned about congregational ministry came through study, reflection, and thinking. Yet, on another level, I have learned so much through the daily experience of this work.
The following are some truths that I have learned about this kind of pastoral ministry after thirty years of working with churches. If I could start over with what I know now:
1. I would know that it is critical that I love the congregation. There is no substitute for loving these people.
2. I would know that all ministry is service. It is first service to God on behalf of people. Today, ministry is often reduced to a career in which the language of the marketplace has become more pronounced while far too often the notion of a calling has become diminished.
3. I would know that my prayer life and daily time in Scripture are critical to my ministry. In fact, these and other spiritual disciplines are incredibly important for anyone who wants to remain fresh for the long haul.
4. I would know that reading thoughtful, challenging books, articles, etc. is extremely helpful to ministry. Reading that helps me understand Scripture and the church and broadens and deepens my thinking is invaluable.
5. I would know that the evil one wishes to destroy every good thing that happens in the life of the church. It seems that his work is generally focused on corrupting our hearts and consequently diminishing our love for Jesus and other believers in the body of Christ.
6. I would know that dealing with the negative emotional baggage in my life can be an incredible blessing to my family and to the church. Far too many churches suffer from leaders who have never dealt with their anger, their loss, and their sense of inadequacy.
(more later…)

Sunday morning, we recognized all of the babies who were born in 2007, along with their families. (This is an annual event in our church.) As I read the name of each baby, the family came to the front to receive flowers and a copy of our family covenant. It went smoothly for the most part. Well, almost. I did refer to two different children by the wrong gender. (I referred to a boy as a daughter and then I referred to a daughter as a son.) Hmmmm.
Today, I have been reading large sections of John Stott’s new book,
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A few weeks ago, I was walking by a mirror one day and saw a brown spot on the tip of my nose. I wiped it with a wet paper towel and it came off immediately. I didn’t know what it was. I assumed that I had touched something, perhaps a piece of chocolate, and somehow smeared it. Then yesterday, I walked by the mirror and saw that it was there again. It dawned on me what it was. I had been drinking coffee from a travel cup that morning, and I remembered feeling the top of the cup as it touched my nose.
I’ve been thinking a lot about ordinary ministry lately. I don’t mean ministry as a career or professional task. Right now I am thinking of ministry as it might have been among the earliest Christians as they met in one another’s homes. I am thinking of ministry as we are gifted and then empowered by the Holy Spirit to serve people.
I was a senior at the University of North Texas. My friend Steve, also a college student, and I were going to Baylor Hospital in Dallas to visit a friend. Even then, the hospital was a sprawling complex. As we got near the hospital, we pulled into a parking lot designated "Minister Parking." My friend said that we ought to park there (which we did). "After all," he said, "we are ministers."
I’ve felt as if it didn’t. I’ve felt at times as if what I was doing really didn’t matter.