A few years ago, I was meeting with a family on a Sunday morning to prepare for a baptism. The entire family—parents, children, and a few extended family members—gathered in my office. I introduced myself, led the family in prayer, then explained how we’d do the baptism. After we’d discussed everything, I asked if anyone had any questions.
Grandma raised her hand and asked: “So, when is the pastor coming?” She figured there was no possible way I could be the pastor; I was too young.
I’d like to say her question didn’t bother me, but that’s not entirely true. At the very least, I haven’t forgotten that interaction. It caused me to question my validity and ability as a young pastor. Am I too young for this? Am I fully prepared to do all that is required of me in the pastoral ministry? Do I possess any substantive wisdom…
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