The Privilege of Pastoral Ministry

“Shepherd the flock of God that is among you, exercising oversight,
not under compulsion, but willingly, as God would have you;
not for shameful gain, but eagerly…”
(1 Peter 5:2)

There have been a lot of articles circulating on the internet lately about the difficulties of pastoral ministry.  After having been a pastor for 12 years, I could probably write a list of my own.  Pastoral ministry can be isolating, discouraging, emotionally and spiritually exhausting call.  We encounter people in some of the hardest times of their lives: when they are hurt, lost, angry, alone, shamed, caught, desperate for an answer.  Sometimes as Pastors we shine, and we bring comfort and hope to those in need, other times we respond with the same brokenness we have encountered, and we only make matters worse.  This calling is tough, and not everyone is equipped for it, not everyone is called to it.  But those who are called know the unique privilege of pastoral care.

Several times this past week I’ve had people come to me and say something to the order of, “I don’t envy you your job.”  This week I’ve had two funerals for men in my congregation, men who were faithful members of the congregation I serve and men I counted as friends and brothers in Christ.  It has been a struggle for me to write the services for these men, but it was also a privilege that I do not take for granted.

Yes, it is difficult to speak from the heart on such an occasion.  But when you consider that it is also an opportunity to proclaim our faith in Jesus Christ, to share the hope we have in Him, to take part in His ministry of compassion in binding up the brokenhearted; it is an honor that I could never turn down.

Yes, it is painful to sit with a family as they watch their loved one die.  But when you consider that this is an opportunity to witness a saint passing from one glory to the next, to be there to recount the mercies of God and the promises afforded in God’s Word for such a time, to be an ambassador of God’s kingdom; it is an honor I could never turn down.

Yes, very few will willingly walk into a situation where a family is in crisis, where the consequences of a lifetime of bad decisions come crashing down, where years of bitterness and hostility have created a wall of division.  But to be able to speak a word of grace, of peace, in such a time, to take part in the ministry of reconciliation that was established on the cross of Christ; that is an honor I could never turn down.

No, shepherding has never been a highly valued form of employment.  In the days of scripture it wasn’t a position that attracted the best and the brightest.  But a good shepherd lovingly cared for his sheep, guided them to quiet waters and green pastures, protected them from harm, and delivered them healthy and strong to his master. 

This is the privilege of pastoral ministry: to guide a congregation through difficult times, to sing over them words of peace and promise, to feed them with the feast of the heavenly banquet, to refresh their hearts with streams of living water, to lead them in joy to before their Lord. 

Were it not a calling, I could never do it.  Had I to rely on my own strength, I would be a complete failure.  But since God is the one who calls us to serve, then equips those whom He calls, I will gladly, eagerly, faithfully shepherd the flock. 

SDG

The Gospel According to Mephibosheth

“And David said to him, “do not fear, for I will show you kindness
for the sake of your father Jonathon… and you shall eat at my table always.”
(2 Sam 9:7)

One of my absolute favorite stories in the Old Testament is a one chapter side note about a guy name Mephibosheth.  We first read about this young man in chapter 4 of 2 Samuel, and his story begins with tragedy.  Mephibosheth was the son of Jonathon, the grandson of King Saul, a potential heir to the throne of Israel.  He was only 5 years old when Jonathon and Saul were killed in battle, and with their death “all of Israel was dismayed” and panic set in throughout the land.  Fearing that the only surviving heir to the throne would be targeted for assassination, Mephibosheth was carried off by his nurse, but she fell in her haste, and he became lame.

The story of Mephibosheth picks up again in 2 Samuel chapter 9.  The civil war within Israel had ended, and David was anointed as King.  Mephibosheth is hiding in a place called Lo-Debar, which literally means “nowhere”, about as far away from Jerusalem as he could get.  He was hiding, hoping to keep out of David’s reach – hoping never to be seen as a threat to the throne.

Amazingly, one of David’s first acts as King was to search for any survivors of Jonathon’s family, not to eliminate any potential threat, but to show kindness to him.  Ziba, a servant from the house of Saul was there, and he told David about Jonathon’s son, Mephibosheth, and was immediately sent out to bring him before King David.

Can you imagine what must have been going through Mephibosheth’s head when Ziba came to his door?  His family was gone, his claim to the throne lost., his life was forfeit to the king, and he was a cripple.  What could he offer, what claim could he make before the king that would possibly bring him salvation?  Imagine the uncertainty, the fear that would have coursed through his veins as he stumbled before the throne and knelt before this king.

I said before that this story is marked with tragedy; but it does not end in tragedy.  David shows kindness to Mephibosheth in the midst of his misery – David shows him grace.  David is gracious to Mephibosheth, not because of anything he has done, but because of David’s love for Jonathon.  David restores this broken, terrified man to everything he had lost.  All that belonged to Saul was restored to him, and he was given a permanent place at David’s table, like one of the king’s own sons.

What a picture of grace.  You’d be hard-pressed to find another story in the Old Testament that so succinctly tells the gospel in such a beautiful way.

You see, I am Mephibosheth.  In my sin, I have fallen from grace, and I am broken, lame, and unable to stand before the Lord.  In my shame, I run from God, I hide myself from His gaze, I fear His judgment.

While I am far off from God, His Spirit comes to me, like the faithful servant Ziba, and brings me before His throne, and while I ought to be condemned, God shows me His undeserved kindness.  God shows me grace, not because of anything I have done, not because of any potential He sees in me, but because of His beloved, Jesus Christ, who has died in my place.  God credits to me the righteousness of another, He secures for me an everlasting inheritance, He sets me at His table as one of His sons.

This is the Gospel According to Mephibosheth.  Praise be to God for His amazing grace!

SDG