Do You Smell It?

 

Being pastors allows you to do a lot of things that are not talked about in Bible schools. We show up first to the church to turn on the lights, heater/air conditioner, and start the coffee. We are the last to leave and turn off the lights, lock the doors, and turn off the sound system. We take calls in the middle of the night and make hospital visits at the drop of a hat. Before potlucks, we worry about if there will be enough food and rush to the store at the last minute if there isn't enough. We plunge toilets, counsel couples for marriage, and throw together last minute weddings. We have the privilege of leading people to Christ, leading people to worship, and praying for healing of the sick. These are just a few things that pastors do that are not taught at Bible colleges. This last Wednesday, we had yet another first. My husband and I had just settled at home after service when we received a call. Someone thought they had dropped their wallet at the church and lived too far away to drive back. We jumped back into the car and headed to the church. As we pulled up, we were faced with a delimma. The wallet was possibly dropped in the parking lot. Also, in the same parking lot, was a skunk with a yearning for God. We watched it run across the parking lot, up the front stairs, and then peer into the front doors-all places we needed to go. We pulled forward as it jumped off the steps and ran around the side of the church. We decided the best way in was on the opposite side of the church, so we quietly snuck in and searched the church. No wallet. That left one place left to search, and that was where the skunk was playing hide and seek. We carefully oped the door to the side of the church and peeked out. No wallet and no skunk. We crept out and glanced as fast as we could. No wallet. We decided we wouldn't push our luck, so we ran to the car and drove home. We prayed and avoided being sprayed. By the way, the wallet was at the person's house all along! Life is an adventure in ministry!

Have a great week high-heeled warriors!

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