Over the years I’ve had people ask me why I didn’t become a pastor. Because I preach fairly regularly and work with churches, some people actually think I am ordained. I respect those who serve and believe it’s not an easy path, but here’s Why I’m Not a Pastor:
Not a huge fan of hospitals and funeral homes.
Committee meetings that repeat themselves month after month make me want to hurt myself.
People’s pain makes me sad.
I was a preacher’s kid.
Too many churches are country clubs, only serving those on the inside.
See my blog “Ambivalent” from Dec. 15, 2013, about church buildings. (http://parsonageparables.wordpress.com/2013/12/06/ambivalent/)
I write a “sermon of the year” because I use it for an entire year. 40+ sermons a year would be ugly.
I like choosing my own food, not goulash and Jell-O from the potluck.
Worship should be about God, not about style.
I’m too tired for youth group.
I don’t want others to determine the color of my walls, carpet, and appliances.
Some people are mean.
Would rather be with my family on Christmas Eve. Christmas programs are…
I don’t like weak coffee.
The Bible has names that are hard to pronounce.
Sometimes I want Easter to be about malted eggs and Peeps.
I don’t want to be the designated pray-er at every community or family gathering.
My luck, there would be a bell choir.
God knows better.