I had a dream on Tuesday night.  Allow me to clarify: This was a series of thoughts and images in my mind during sleep.  I’m not referring to a vision from the Lord or some sort of divine command.  This blog post is not “thus said the Lord.”

In the dream I was standing behind the pulpit in the worship center of First Baptist Sulphur Springs. I’ve pastored this tremendous congregation since Easter morning.  As the worship service was drawing to a close, I realized I had failed to memorize a blessing.

At the beginning of my pastoral ministry I developed a spiritual discipline that I have grown to cherish. Each week I memorize a Bible verse and use it as a blessing to the congregation.

Realizing my oversight, I did not acknowledge my blessing blunder and quickly brought the service to an end.  Yet, as I made my way to the exit, not a single congregant moved. People stood with an expression of shock.  Shock soon turned to indignation as grumbling began to sweep the worship center.  A chorus of “give us a blessing” lifted from the pews.  It grew louder and louder until I was forced to walk back to the pulpit and recite a canned blessing.

For the past three days this dream has been on repeat during my waking hours.  I’m fond of it.  In fact, I love it.  Imagine a congregation unwilling to depart until blessed by the preacher.

A word to pastors: Bless your people.