Wednesday mornings are my day to sleep in. Every other morning, I wake up early, and get dressed and ready before the girls wake up to try and cut down on the obligatory morning craziness. On Wednesdays, I don't go in to the church until late, so I get to sleep late. Okay, maybe 45 more minutes, but it is glorious non the less. Today, my phone rang at 7:15 a.m. I jumped up, and stumbled over to answer assuming that someone must have died, because why would any rational person call anyone at 7:15 in the morning. The beloved child of God on the other end of my phone was Nick. God bless Nick, because blessings were not what I was sending him on my one day to catch a little extra zzz's. Nick had gotten my number from a neighbor, and wanted to let me know about a wonderful opportunity he knew of that involved working with kids. Nick is a Jesus telemarketer. I'm sure he represented a lovely ministry that did God's work in an outstanding way, but at 7:15 in the morning I'm just not real interested. Hearing the obvious slurring in my speech, Nick was perceptive enough to ask, "Is this a convenient time?"
"Well no, Nick, this is not a convenient time. It is 7:15 in the morning, and to be honest, you woke me up." I did my best not to scream, rant or growl.
"Oh," he said, sounding surprised, "I assumed that because you're a Pastor, you'd be awake."
It has become clear to me that I apparently need to set the record straight. I love God and I love God's people, and I have ordered my life's work in these endeavors. However, none of this means that I am awake and happy and excited to buy a little Jesus from a telemarketer at the crest of the morning!!!
My prayer for today is for peace! Peace for the Jesus sellers, peace for the Jesus buyers, and peace for the pooped out pastors!
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