OUR PASTORS AND THEIR FAMILIES


Do we put them on a pedestal, and sift each word they say,
Forgetting they are sinners, saved by grace, with feet of clay?

Are we looking for perfection, and when Sunday rolls around,
Do we dine on roasted Preacher, if a single flaw we’ve found?

Do we watch their children carefully, inspecting every deed?
Does the slightest imperfection make us have a family feed?

Do we leave no room for error in the stringent code we set,
But play by different rules ourselves, and all our sins forget?

If we could walk a single day with them, inside their shoes,
We’d surely find that all our judging attitude we’d lose.

We’d know and understand the weighty burdens that they bear,
And we would try to help them, and to show them that we care.

We’d lift them up each day in earnest prayer before God’s throne,
And ask the Lord’s forgiveness when a lack of love we’ve shown.


By Betty Jo Mings