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.