I would like to be your friend and make you happy all of the time. But I can’t. I am your Pastor.
I would like to fellowship with you—engage in worldly pleasures and naughty deeds. But I can’t. I am your Pastor.
I would love to yield to your wants and desires—fulfilling your dreams. But I can’t. I am your Pastor.
I would love to tell you what you want to hear but I must tell you the Truth. I am your Pastor.
My life doesn’t belong to me and I can never truly belong to you. I am your Pastor.
You cannot give me my job description or set the parameters of my authority. I am your Pastor.
You didn’t call me or ordain me—from my mother’s womb I was chosen. I am your Pastor.
The Words I speak are not my own but belong to Him who sent me. It’s not personal. I am your Pastor.
Loved yet hated. Despised but needed. Killed yet lives. Emptied but filled. Poor yet rich. Naked but clothed. Loving yet unloved. I am your Pastor.
Think About It!
Bishop O.W. Prince
[Reference: John 15:18, Romans 10:14-17, 2 Timothy 4:2-3, 1 Corinthians 6:20, Titus 2:1-15, Ephesians 5:11]