I moved here from a good church. It wasn’t perfect, and we were ready for a change, but it was a good church. The people loved us. The church was healthy.
Today, my wife asked if I had called B, a friend from the church. He is an elder and a good friend. We served together for a decade and he knows me and my ministry as well as anyone on the planet. Have I called him? No. Not for a couple months.
The reason? Simple. I am ashamed.
I am embarrassed to call him and tell him the ministry here is in trouble.
I know. I know. I know this is not my fault. I know this a poison elder damaging a good church. It just feels so much like a failure.
I can’t call.
you should call. i know you know the answer to the question already — but, if the shoe were on the other foot, would you want your friend to call you?
at the least, your friend could affirm your call to ministry and pray with/for you.
hang in there, bro’.
Shepherd,
If the elder is as you describe. Call.
I seem to remember somebody yelling at me when I didnt call. Who was that? oh wait! IT WAS YOU! I was ashamed too, and you helped me survive through it. Let B help you. It’s what we do remember? We help each other.
Call him,my brother.
or me. someone.
we are family.