A college roommate used to brag about his cowboy boots. He had saved up his money and bought some expensive boots made of elephant skin. At least that is what he claimed. They were beautiful, and he told me many times they were virtually indestructible. He claimed they were the best and strongest cowboy boots ever made.
I have thought about those boots numerous times over the years. The thick skin of that elephant has become a metaphor for what it is like to be a Church pastor. You must develop a tough outer layer that is virtually indestructible.
Sadly, some people see a pastor as an easy target for their anger, disappointment, and frustration. I have been accused of all kinds of evil, from hating people to some specific sin. A man led a faction of 80 people out of the Church I was leading. A group once put together a “Pastor Appreciation” video that was actually several people saying that I needed to be a better leader. I have received nasty emails and anonymous notes. People I thought were my friends have left the Church and publicly criticized me. I could write several pages about everything I have experienced in my life and continue to endure. The list of people who hate me is probably longer than the list of those who like me.
Elephant skin is tough. Ministry is tougher.
Why do it then? I mean, most of the people I went to college with have already quit. Only a handful remain in full-time ministry. Why not quit and enjoy a normal life?
The Apostle Paul addresses this in his second letter to the Christians in the city of Corinth. There he writes about his ministry. “We do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:16–18.
I continued to do ministry because my eyes are firmly fixed on eternity. What I have experienced is nothing compared to the glory of what lies ahead.
There is nothing this life can throw at me, or at you, that compares to the glories of heaven. Remind yourself, as I do, that when being a Christian is hard, our hope is heaven, and our home is not of this world.