You might be a pastor if...

From H.B. London's blog:

You might be a pastor if...
... you find yourself counting heads at a sporting event.
... you would rather talk to people with every eye closed and every head bowed.
... you had a dream that while you were speaking no one was listening, and then you realized it wasn’t a dream.
... you have a difficult time explaining to your kids just exactly what a pastor does.
... you're leading the church into the 21st century, but you don't know what you're preaching on Sunday.
... you've ever wanted to "lay hands" around a deacon's neck.

So how about it? Can anybody out there add something to this list?

I'll go first.

You might be a pastor if you alliterate your grocery list: bread, butter, baloney. (I stole that from a cartoon I once saw in a preaching journal.)

Comments

Bethany Hernandez said…

sorry, dad. all my material has to do with being a pk!

October 20, 2008

Jehu Hernandez said…

Well, Beth, from a PK's standpoint, you could always say "You might be a pastor if your children drink the leftover grape juice after Communion."

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