I Could Just Quit

We walked in that morning from worship to a waterfall in the middle of our dining room. The pipes in the preacher’s house (such an odd term, since it’s never your house) had burst for the third time that winter. I had only been preaching a little more than a year and I was ready to throw in the towel. I remember in my frustration thinking “I could just quit.” And, while I guess I could have then or a hundred times since, I don’t think I’ve ever really considered quitting preaching. I don't know what kind of day you’ve had. I don’t know how hard your week was. I can’t object to your emotions spewing from frustration, feelings of failure, being just done with the junk someone or ones are putting you through, but I do know that you could quit. 

You could quit. This thing we call ministry is not easy. You could probably make more money than you do. You could leave your headaches at the factory. You could mute your cell phone. You could quit. You don’t have to do this. You can be a faithful Christian and not preach. But the truth needs you. Truth matters. Your training matters. Your experience matters. Your faith matters. There are lost souls that need you. There is your love for others matters. Don’t quit.