I am a working pastor. That means that I have joined the company of those for whom the care of souls is the sum and substance of the job description. It is our life’s preoccupation, our central work.
Such care lives on the razor’s edge of concern; and these days, I am concerned. Many are, of course—including but not limited to pastoral types like myself—and I have loud voices in my ears telling me what I should be most concerned (and vocal) about: the rising tide of secularism; the new sexual morality; corruption at all levels of our federal and state governments. And so on and so forth.
As a pastor, I share those concerns. But they are not the bullseye for me. What I find most troubling amid all the chaos and confusion of our time is my growing sense that we are losing our way as God’s people. We’re getting swallowed up by the madness. We’re losing our souls.
About five years ago, amid a chaotic and confusing time in my own life, I began reading the sayings and…