“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver.”
Lord, as I sit in my third row, piano side pew and listen to my pastor Sunday after Sunday, I wonder how he does it. How does he always say exactly what I need? And on the days when I would rather just sit on the back porch swing and drink coffee, but my hubby says, “No, we’re going to church”, well, it seems that those are the sermons that really cut to the heart. God, please, never stop whispering my needs to my pastor.
I know that it cannot be easy to prepare a weekly sermon, but what about all the other times when my pastor is called to speak? Funerals are such times of sadness, and yet, times when loved ones are facing the reality of death and the call to accept Christ as their Savior is on his heart. I ask, Lord, that each time my pastor must speak at these times of grief, that he would have the apples of gold to reach out to the family and friends in a loving, caring way. Give him the words that will create a vision of seeing their loved ones at family gathering in heaven. And, Father, I know that many times the loved ones who have passed are not going to heaven, those times have to be so hard on my pastor. How do you show comfort when there is no hope of eternity? Bless him, Lord, and bring comfort where there is no comfort.
Weddings are meant to bring a man and woman together as one and my pastor must somehow, within a controlled environment, share that a marriage is made up of three people: God, the husband, and the wife. And he must somehow show them that the triangle of marriage shows that with God at the head of the triangle, man and woman must be toward the top as well, because the further away they get from God, the further away from each other they grow. How does he do that in a 15 minute ceremony? Holy Spirit, lead him.
So many times that my pastor has the opportunity to share Your Word, Lord. I pray that he would always rely on the Holy Spirit for wisdom any time he speaks in public and in private. Give him the words to say, Lord, and open his ears to ear Your still, small voice.
In Jesus’ Name