“Behold, my son who came out from me seeks my life; how much more now this Benjamite? Let him alone and let him curse, for the Lord has told him” (2 Samuel 16:11).
There’s something about us preachers that loves compliments and runs from criticism.
We preachers can be the biggest wimps on the planet.
Maybe it’s that way with everyone, I don’t know.
Let a preacher receive an anonymous note outlining what he’s doing wrong or a phone call dissecting last Sunday’s sermon and he is done for the week. He will be needing the attention of a good therapist.
We could learn a lot from politicians and others in the public arena. I’ve read that President Eisenhower enjoyed something like a 65 percent approval rating all eight years of his presidency, the highest of anyone since. This means 35 percent of the America public thought he was a failure. And yet, he is lauded as a winner.
Let 35 percent of the typical church give their preacher a vote of no-confidence and he’s enduring sleepless nights, unable to focus on anything, and scheduling himself for career counseling at his denominational headquarters.
All of this was prompted by two things.
As sometimes happens, an online magazine for preachers picked up an article from our blog urging pastors to slow down their staccato delivery style in order to be heard by thoughtful listeners. The metaphor I used was the speed demon on a motorcycle who frightens interstate motorists by suddenly appearing at their elbow doing 90 or 100 mph. The faster you go, the more invisible you become. I said, “You don’t see our Lord preaching this way, overwhelming His audience with His oratorical skills, leaving them no room to think, no time to absorb what He’s saying.”
Well! You should have read the comments. (I read them out of curiosity, mostly. And occasionally, will leave a response. I’ve developed a tough hide about these things, and mostly smile at the put-downs.)