- I hate when the word "countless" is used in speaking or writing. Except for the size of the universe in light years, the number of stars in space, or the depth of the love of God, everything else can, technically, be counted.
- Another pet peeve in writing or speaking: when people use that when they should use who. As in "I love people that play tennis." No you don't. It's "I love people who play tennis." Which you should.
- On a recent out of town trip, I stayed one night with my college roommate. His house has 10,000 square feet and an indoor pool, both of which beg the obvious question: what am I doing wrong?
- Answer: paying too much attention to obscure grammar rules involving 'countless' and 'that.'
- By the way, on that same trip mentioned two bullets above I forgot my toothbrush. Maybe it wasn't so bad that it was easy to keep 10,000 square feet away from each other.
- I pinch myself every day that it really is true that an Abingdon editor saw my sermons online and as a result there will be three books published later this year.
- Those books do not contain either the word countless or the improper use of that.
- I breathe a sigh of relief whenever Rafael Nadal loses in a Grand Slam tournament. This is not healthy. He lost to Tomas Berdych -- whom he had beaten 18 times in a row -- in this week's Australian Open.
- Speaking of beating someone many times in a row, Brad Stoffel beat me 15 times in a row when we were kids playing tennis in Texas, and most of those wins ensured that he was ranked #1 in the state and I was ranked #2. Being #2 is not cool (I wanted to say "sucks" right there but wasn't sure it was appropriate. What do you think?). This happened between the ages of 12 and 16.
- Nobody beats me 16 times in a row.
- You should never speak of your own efforts at something as tireless. You should also never applaud your own integrity.
- Speaking of not healthy (from three bullets up), I still know the telephone numbers of almost every household at Mt. Carmel Church in Monroe. A ministry colleague told me a hilarious story involving one of them recently, and my mind went immediately to that person's phone number.
- I had to wear slacks, a dress shirt, and loafers for a recent denominational meeting. It is bad enough to be 53, much less be forced to dress like it.
- Speaking of denominational meetings, I hope that we will still have one in the future. Denomination, that is.
- Actually, being 53 is great. Probably the best one yet.
Every pastor has felt it, faced it, even succumbed to it: discouragement.
When thoughts go through your mind: Why aren't I better? Why isn't this working? Is the God I claim to serve even real? I've had it, my colleagues have had it, I'll probably even have it in the future.
In light of that reality, here are five (or six) ways I've found to battle clergy discouragement so that it doesn't lead to clergy departure:
1. Go to work the next morning. At Good Shepherd, we talk about taking massively small steps to personal health and spiritual maturity. When you face discouragement, get up, write the next sermon, make the next visit, knock on the next door. It's not sexy, but it is reliable.
2. Celebrate victories. This past Sunday is a case in point. I didn't feel great about my message -- the delivery didn't measure up to the preparation, and I wasn't sure the point was clear. It also took awhile to get where it was going. On top of that, I received some impromptu -- and quite odd -- "feedback" from a second time guest. Discouraging, all. And yet I have to take the time to remember the (many) people who told me that the message was EXACTLY what they needed to hear on that day.
3. Repeat the Gospel to yourself every day. Here's what I say: "I'm so messed up that the cross is what it took and so loved that the cross is what he did."
4. Remember that worse things have happened to better preachers.
5. Get in therapy/support group/ LIfeGroup. No one can walk through valleys of the shadow of death alone. Especially preachers. I've had all kinds of helpers on my journey, thank God.
6. Attempt something bold. In clergy discouragement, the great temptation is to withdraw, focus on the church, and turn some angry people into happy ones. That's the worst thing a preacher can do. The best way OUT of discouragement is a major step INTO boldness. Several years ago, when I and the church were in a season of uncertainty and malaise we did our first ever Radical Impact Project (though we didn't have that name yet): we held a Not For Sale Sunday in 2007 and gave away $84,000 to the International Justice Mission. That started a movement we're glad to continue.







