I can relate to brokenhearted/wounded preachers, but I struggle with distant preachers.
I can see why a preacher might feel discouraged, but I can’t resonate with hopelessness in the pulpit.
I appreciate confident preachers, but arrogance feels out of place in ministry.
I understand the heart behind separation, but I struggle with a Pharisaical spirit.
I can empathize with grieved preachers, but cynicism doesn’t sit well in the calling.
I respect boldness in preaching, but angry/insensitivity preaching misses the mark.
I understand tired preachers, but apathy cannot be accepted.
I value simplicity in preaching, but I long for substance and depth over shallowness.
I can appreciate a preacher wrestling with doubt, but I can’t follow one who abandons the truth.
I can understand a preacher who admires the success/accomplishments of others, but I cannot understand one who is consumed by jealousy over it.
I can understand a preacher who is burdened, but I struggle with one who is bitter.
I can admire a preacher who is cautious, but I can’t support one who is cowardly.
I can respect a preacher who is grieving, but I can’t walk with one who has lost hope in God’s promises.
I can relate to a preacher struggling to love difficult people, but I can’t excuse one who refuses to love at all.
I can understand a preacher striving for excellence, but I can’t stand by one obsessed with applause.
I can admire a preacher fighting spiritual battles, but I can’t justify one who retreats from the war.
I can respect a preacher who faces trials, but I’m heartbroken for one who lets trials define their ministry.
I can walk alongside a preacher who admits weakness, but I can’t accept one who pretends strength they don’t possess.
I can understand a preacher who is learning, but I can’t defend one who refuses to grow.
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