Working Hard Does Not Mean Staying Busy

Working Hard Does Not Mean Staying Busy

I love reading articles and blogs that make me think.

I recently had that privilege—when reading an article in the African edition of The Gospel Coalition, entitled, “Pastor, You’ll Burnout if Your Idea of Hard Work is Worldly.” (April 27, 2022)

How can you resist a title like that, right?

The author of the article, John Koning, notes that the Bible is full of references to the need of pastors to work hard. Paul himself states that he, “worked harder than all of them.” (1 Corinthians 15:10). But what is the Biblical definition of “working hard”?

Why Churches Shouldn't Ignore Empty Nesters...

Why Churches Shouldn't Ignore Empty Nesters...

“People took it for granted,” said Ryan Burge, a pastor and researcher, that “the Golden Girls are not leaving. They’re going to be here no matter what.”

However, according to the article, Burge found that in the past few years, adults ages 55 to 64 report significantly reduced church attendance—down a full 10 percentage points. And, according to Burge’s research, “When people stop attending church these days, their pastors can’t expect them to return.”

The article also cites a Pew Research Center survey from December of 2017. According to this survey, just under half of Christians over age 40 who stop attending church feel they are still practicing their faith. This is true for only 25% of those age 18-29 who don’t go to church.

Less than a third of those over the age of 65 stopped because of a dislike for the Church.

If You Ever Wonder Why God Puts Certain People in Your Life...

If You Ever Wonder Why God Puts Certain People in Your Life...

A long time ago, in a parking lot far, far away, no. This was before there even was a Star Wars.

I was sitting in the passenger side of the old blue Dodge with my brother-in-law. This car would one day become mine, but I didn’t know that then. It was his car, for jaunts to church or seminary or other errands, not the big family car we normally drove when we were all together. He stopped by his college for some reason, and I was with him. I can still smell the SoCal heat in that car mixed with a little dust and that recently turned-off car smell. We were talking.

If there was anyone on earth that I could trust to say these things to, it was him.

At that moment, I was the unhappiest I think I had ever been.

Finding the Majesty of Easter

Finding the Majesty of Easter

One aspect of our culture that I find puzzling is how it takes the glorious and attempts to reduce it to the ordinary.

We take the day that commemorates our Savior’s rising from the dead to give us eternal life—and we celebrate it with colored eggs and bunnies.

Don’t get me wrong—I love chocolate bunnies. I look forward to coloring eggs. But, somehow, the majesty of this day gets hidden behind the mundane. This year, I am determined to enter the Majesty of Easter!

I realize that without a plan I will miss it.