One of the hardest struggle I face as a pastor is forgetfulness. Not the forgetting of anniversaries, or birthdays, or meetings. I mean, we have Fellowship One to do that awesome job! But I forget a lot of other things. Important things.
I forget where I came from. That I was once a sinner who needed grace.
I forget who saved me. Sometimes I try and steal the credit for this awesome life I have.
I forget what it’s like to sit on a pew. To wonder if the pastor still knows you or has he forsaken shepherding you for the vision.
I forget what it’s like to be outside these walls. To wonder if the pastor is so concerned with “shepherding his flock” that he isn’t willing to do whatever it takes to reach you.
I forget the days when Christ was my passion and meetings were nothing more than an organizational tool.
I forget that I should be more concerned with how He sees me than how you do.
More than all of that…
I forget that he promised His church would never fail. (Matt. 16:18)
I may fail. Crossroads Church may fail. But, HIS church will not. Sometimes we abandon programs and it was a mistake. Sometimes we cling to them and find they fail. We make this decision and we see growth. We make that one and we see mud on our faces. And sometimes, we don’t even know what to do.
My prayer? My prayer is that Christ never lets me forget that the church of the Living God, in spite of being operated by many fallible people will always be there. And will always be victorious. And one day will be in complete unity. Forever.
