It’s early Monday morning and, to be quite honest, there’s not much energy in me. I know that I’ll go back to bed in a few minutes and then hopefully wake up later and find a good Western or WW II movie to watch as I lay on the couch.
It was a typical weekend in many respects … dealing with tardy staff, helping the nervous mom feel comfortable about leaving her angel in a new setting, dealing with a child that causes me to believe that demons can be children possessed, etc. The logistics of the ministry is enough to tire a person.
It was a weekend that God showed up. I told my son Aaron as we left the church parking lot yesterday that I felt as though we had really delivered a timely message to our kids as we taught on the subject “What’s in Your Mouth?” I could sense in each of our three services that the message really hit home in so many lives.
I left our third and final service all “hugged out”. Long ago, I learned the power in touching people. I believe that there is a healing and strengthening and connection that come through touch. For some, it might be just a touch on the top of the head. For others, it might be just looking them in the eyes and telling them how blessed that I am to get to be their children’s pastor. For others, it might be kissing a baby on the cheek or a young child a kiss on the top of the head and then telling them how much that I love them. By the end of the day, there wasn’t too much “hug” left in me. But, both the connection with the child and the genuine appreciation seen in the faces of the parents made it worth it all.
After the last child left, I began to have one-on-one time with my staff. I’ve purposed to never be in a hurry to leave after church. This is my time to love on my staff. So, yesterday, I met with one of my new staff members and connected with them, then spent time with a group of my staff before Vickie and I headed out to a restaurant with them.
Was the weekend worth it? You betcha. It’s weekends like this past one that has caused parents to tell me that their child told them, “Momma, when I grow up, I want to be a policeman, a fireman, or a Pastor Billy” or “Momma, you know that I love Daddy but can Pastor Billy come and live with us?” It’s the “hugged out” weekends that produces the children coming up to me like a little boy did a few weeks ago and told me, “Pastor Billy, when I grow up, I want to be just like you.”
It is because of weekends like this past weekend that has produced such a tight relationship with my staff that when one of my teenaged staff’s parents were going out of the country and they needed someone to stay with the teenager and their younger sibling, my staff asked their parents if I could come and live with them while the parents were gone. It is because of weekends like this past weekend that has taken several of my staff and enabled them to become great children’s pastors in their own right across the nation.
Was the weekend worth it? You betcha. I can’t wait to see what God will do next next weekend!
