Today was not my finest day. Let's roll things back a few years...
I was a member of a vibrant, dynamic ministry with lots of great people. We talked a lot about what it meant to be in ministry. We didn't like the idea that church was a "business." Still, we had to begrudgingly admit that the preacher's job involved a bit of showmanship. Like it or not, we were "selling" something. We were selling Jesus.
While this admission didn't make me happy, I was able to find some comfort when talking with my fellow pastor. After worship many Sundays, we'd both be worn out. We'd have some time in the sanctuary, putting things away, enjoying the feel of the empty space that had so recently been overflowing with the Holy Spirit.
"Well," one of us would say, "at least we didn't sell Jesus for cheap today."
It gave me comfort then, and still does.
Fast forward to today. I'm becoming aware that I've been selling Jesus for cheap--maybe for a long time--and it doesn't feel very nice. We'll see what happens next...
Peace...
