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Lately, I’ve been hearing many pastors talk about the importance of doing most of their sermon preparation on Monday. To be sure, this approach does not apply to all pastors, but I thought it would be helpful to learn why many of them value Monday as their key day for sermon preparation.
What I am learning is that productivity is not so much a template or a system, but a way of life. Men like Perman and Hyatt and Patterson are helpful not because they offer a one-size-fits-all way of doing things, but because they recognize that each person is wired differently. There are common things that everyone should do, obviously,but what works for some may not work for others. And vice versa. the bottom line is to ask the question, “How best can I invest my time, my gifts, and my resources for the people I’m call to serve?”
There’s a chair in the corner of my office at the church were I work. It’s a shade of gold I can’t quite name and its fabric is velour of sorts. Every week someone cries on that chair. Not a week has gone by that someone has not cried on that chair. Sometimes I’m the one crying on it. Often the person sitting there asks me to just keep this conversation between them and me, and every single time I have to say, “I’m sorry, I can’t promise that.”
Imagine then how much harder it would be to represent God (not just a man), to a hostile world (not just a pack of journalists), and on the full range of the deepest and greatest issues facing all of humanity (not just relatively trivial matters like Obamacare).
Who could fill such shoes? Who could perform such a role? Who could last a day in the role of God’s chief communications officer?
Mike Leake shares his amazement with Jeremiah 31:4.
I tried to get a meeting with the pastor. He was something of a rock-star at our church. He ignored my emails and requests. His secretary kept me at arm’s length like a good pastoral bouncer. At the same time I needed to let him know about my concerns. I loved this church.
Finally, through a connection with one of his associates, I got in there. I was told that I had 30 minutes. I was going to make it count. I went through my outline (yes, it was typed out). I pleaded with him in shameless tears about the centrality of the gospel, the Scriptures, and the church.
He sat stoic. He was unmoved. He just stared at me. After baldly suggesting that I go to another church he cut me off and said, “Wait ’til you’re 40, things will be different. You won’t be so passionate.”