Some days, I get be a pastor. Some days, not so much. And I like it like that.
God knows that I can only handle so much of anything for so long, before the fatigue factor begins to take its toll. My mind is not capable of sustaining long periods of analysis or problem solving, my patience begins to wear thin (especially with people whose foibles, failings and general weaknesses remind me of my own) and I need to sleep. If I don't get adequate sleep, my mouth begins to betray my humanity at such a level that most people (especially church folk!) find me totally unacceptable.
So I hope for periods of sleep and rest, among a reasonable variety of experiences.
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