My dad was a minister. And a really good one at that. He was busy a lot when I was growing up. He traveled a good bit for the work he had to do. But in all of his travels, I never felt neglected. I never felt like Dad loved the church more than he loved his family.
He took his sons on some of those trips with him. Those were really great times. When he was home, he was REALLY home. He taught us how to fish, how to catch, how to properly use a hammer (hint: you don’t throw it across the yard), and let us help with his projects around the house.
And he loved Mom in a way that was evident to every single person he ever met.
He set the precedent in my life for how I do ministry now.
As important as student ministry is, I cannot allow it to become more important than the job God gave me as most important: being a dad to my kids.
- But what about kids whose parents don’t care?
- What about kids who have no parents at all?
- Don’t you care about them?
I do. Deeply. And I try my best to minister to them when I have the chance. And I also know one thing that keeps me deeply convicted: I only get one shot at being dad to my kids.
I may have students for a few years. Then they graduate and they’re gone. My kids are my kids. And I’m the only dad on earth they get to have.
I’m going to be the best dad I can be to them.
Even if it means I’m just a second rate youth pastor.
My job as Dad is that important to me.