Purpose for the Pain

I write today as I ponder my own pain and that of many other ministers I know….

Why is it that it seems in this life called The Ministry that pain comes in waves…..

Just about the time one thinks he is ready for the blessing something happens and here comes another event more painful than the last….

Think with me….

The lad and the lunch neither appeared to be much until placed in the hands of the Lord….

As ministers we place ourselves in His hands by faith that He will use us…

Imagine you are the little fish in the lad’s brown bag lunch….

Imagine what the fish had gone through….

Captured in a net and drug from the water to die in the hot sunshine and then thrown in an ice chest, hauled home and then placed in a hot skillet of grease and cooked until well done…

This sounds like another typical day in the ministry….

Caught by The Call…

Then while being drug into the boat, the shock of loss of water, hot sun shine and then cold ice chest…

Preacher Guy, have you ever felt the shocking elements of ministry?

When all you wanted to do was mind you own business?

More than once I have felt the shock of the journey between the ice chest and the frying pan!

The fish was cooked and bagged and sent off to be eaten by the lad….

But Jesus had need of him….

So the dead fish is taken and placed into the hands of the eternal creator….

Imagine the surge of life that the little fish must have felt….

Life, energy, hope and resurrection….

Sounds like Sunday night doesn’t it?

Then just as the little fish feels the power of the Master’s hands….

Those healing miraculous hands begin to squeeze and break….

And the little fish was broken…

Broken and distributed….

And then multiplied….

Brethren….

There is purpose in the pain we feel in the ministry….

He takes us…

He blesses us….

He breaks us….

Then the multiplication can begin….