FOR PASTORS, ON MONDAY
Perhaps, with our noses pushed so hard upon the grindstone, we might lose sight of the gifts God gives us. For one thing, he has made us a Wordworker—one among the “apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors, and teachers, to equip God’s people for works of service.” Sit back for a moment and think on this gift.
A young colleague of mine told me back in April, as the pandemic settled heavily upon us, “I will not be the same pastor when this is over.” An understatement, as it turns out. I know you shepherds have tried again and again to orient your hearts to God’s sovereignty and perhaps you have done so without that quiet inward reassurance that the Spirit sometimes adds to bolster our faith. Such silence is the sculpting of God.
“So Jacob called the place Peniel [Face of God],… The sun rose above him as he passed Peniel….” Ever since Aaron, our God-given birthright has been spoken over us, including the words, “The Lord make his face shine upon you.” It is a beaming image, like a mother seeing her infant walk or a father seeing his prodigal while he is still a long way off. So is our Father’s beaming face when he looks upon us; when he sees you.
The turning point of his life started like this: “So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak.” In the end, Jacob, Heel-grabber, brought low and crippled, hung on for dear life to the heel of God himself. “I will not let you go unless you bless me,” he sobbed. The mysterious Man’s reply added insult to injury. “What is your name?” he asked. And therein lies the tale.