I am one of those ministers who has endured a handful of seasons of anxiety and depression. Most of the time, thankfully, the affliction has been more low-grade than intense. On one occasion, though, it pretty much flattened me physically, emotionally, and even spiritually.
Why did Jesus claim to be the truth, versus one single truth among many other truths? Why did he say that he would not share his glory with any other God or any other religious leader? Was the first Easter a pathetic joke?
One Sunday at a church I served as pastor, a woman named Ann showed up. From the start, it was clear that her life had been shredded up by hard living. Ann explained to our greeters that she was in recovery from a heroin addiction.
We are living in a day when reports of abuse and evil are constantly surrounding us. What we need is a robust theology of peace-making and how to practically confront evil and abuse in our own hearts and in the lives of others.
Having now served for eighteen years in pastoral ministry, I still resist the professor’s advice that pastors should seek their primary community and friendships outside of their own church communities.