Last Saturday I was taken to a little slice of Heaven known as Maggiano’s. It’s a family style Italian restaurant that is slap your mamma good. Oh, and it’s all you can eat.
We started with not one but two appetizers and a salad. We ate fried mozzarella and spinach artichoke dip. Then we moved on to the main course where you pick four items. We devoured ravioli, chicken parmesan, fettucini alfredo, and chicken marsala. At this point in the night I was so full the food was piled from my stomach to the back of my tongue. I could taste the food digesting in my gut. I was so full I couldn’t swallow another bite. That was until…
Then they brought out not one but two desserts. Cheesecake and an apple crostada. It was glorious.
Now you need to know that this restaurant is an hour away from our house. You also need to know that we didn’t eat until 8:30 at night. I eat at 5:30 every night whether I need to not. By the time our appetizers came I was hungry like the wolf.
The next day I felt disgustingly full. So full that I didn’t eat breakfast. I thought that going for a four mile jog would help me out. I went on this jog with a friend. I’ll call this friend Kevin. I’ll call him Kevin because that’s his name. While we started the jog I could feel a little rumbly in my tumbly. I said to Kevin that he’d have to forgive me if I farted. I then told him that whether they like to admit it or not pastors fart.
I don’t like to fart in front of people. It took me a good three years before one slipped out in front of my wife. I don’t like to, but on this jog I knew I was going to experience a little gas power. As Shrek says “better out then in.”
If you have a pastor then you should know he farts. Why? Because he’s human. I know that sometimes he may not seem like it with his life lessons, funny illustrations that make a Biblical point, and his perfectly behaved family. I can promise you that your pastor is not perfect and you really should know that.
I think it’s important for people to know that pastors aren’t perfect so that they can pray for them. What if when you felt a temptation you prayed for your pastor to have strength to resist that same temptation?
This week I’ve felt an enormous amount of pressure. Some of it’s good and some of it’s bad. All of it comes with being a pastor. I am so blessed to have people who drop me emails, texts, and Facebook messages to encourage me. I felt blessed to carry the pastoral burden this week because of the awesome people in my life. This blog post is not to muster up more support for me. It’s for other pastors.
I heard a speaker talk about how many pastors end up seeking out an affair because they can’t take the pressure of their church. They don’t want to quit so they’d rather be forced out. That’s sad.
I think that pastors should be honored and respected for their work, but I don’t think they should be put on some spiritual pedestal. Pastors pass gas whether we want to think they do or not. They need people to know that they are human and in need of Jesus just as much as the next human.
That day jogging was not fun. I burped Maggiano’s for four miles. I kept the gas power down but I maintained a rock like feeling in my gut. In fact I didn’t eat anything until dinner that day. I was too full. Thankfully Kevin didn’t judge me. Instead he encouraged me to write a blog post about the fact that pastors fart. If you hated this blog post blame him.
What is one thing that you could pray for your pastor about? Would you be willing to pray for your pastor on a weekly basis?