I'm having a quick cup of coffee before I head out to the hospital to get there around 5:45 to be with a parishioner who is going in for tests. I spend last evening at church, decorating for Advent. I didn't get Friday off because I did a funeral. And this is only the beginning of Advent. I hate Christmas because I never get a chance to enjoy the season. I'm single with a grown son. I don't know how clergy with children get through this season. Or those with parents who need care. My prayers are with my brothers and sisters in this season.
This is the hardest job I have ever done. And I think most folks think it is easy.
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I don't know how ANY pastor does it, really. May God strengthen and refresh you for this season, and may you get the surprise blessing of some times with family and friends that you didn't think you would have.
A fellow failed Southern belle and life-long Presbyterian salutes you!
Thanks! I'd love the blessing and surprise.
It's hard. And you know that I was over forty with nearly grown kids when I started. It's still hard. I can't imagine how people with tiny little kids do it. At least I didn't have child care issues.
Well I admire your ability to do this. And feed a family. And diet. And stay sane.
Eh...not so fast on the staying sane part.
But thanks!
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