Yesterday was picture day for the Faulk family at Memorial Baptist Church. Jennifer dressed the girls, we headed to church for what seemed like an hour of turn your head this way, now turn your body this way, now hand me all of the cash in your wallet. I kid, but not really.
About halfway through the session I realized that our photographer had no idea I was the pastor of the church. I love moments like this because I love seeing people’s reaction when they finally figure me out. She asked us how long we had been coming to the church, talked about how sweet our kids were and all of the other pleasantries.
As the session was winding up I finally told her that I was supposed to take a staff picture. She said “oh, are you the youth minister?”. No mam, I’m the pastor. You could see the shock in her face… THE PASTOR, this kid with spikey hair, a goatee devoid of a suit? She began to back petal… “I’m so sorry, I was expecting some one who looked more like a pastor…”
I love being a non traditional pastor! I really do have the best job in the whole world. I get to wake up every morning follow Jesus, love my people and lead them to follow Jesus with me! One thing I love about Jesus, He did not fit in the mold the scribes and Pharisees had built. They were expecting a suit, a rich man… But Jesus was just… Jesus, a simple son of a carpenter born in an animals’s feeding dish.
The world around us tells us we should somehow feel and act more noble since we are Christians. This could not be farther from the truth. God’s call for us is to be like his Son, humble men.
I’m glad I get to be a pastor, but I’m also glad that I’m not the pastor most people expect.