Tuesday, March 19, 2024

The Influence & Love Of A Pastor

There have been two Preachers that have GREATLY influenced my ministry as a Pastor throughout the years, Dr. Jack Hyles from Hammond, Indiana, and Dr. Harris Steurmer from Danville, Illinois.  I had already mentioned Brother Hyles.  Now I would like to introduce you to another “Genuine Pastor, Pastor Steurmer.”

I was just starting my Bible College education when I was awakened at 6am by a strong, booming voice.  It was the voice of my Pastor having devotions on the front porch with an elderly woman who was no longer able to attend our Church regularly.  Yet there he was, each week, sharing God’s Word to this lady.  This man had a Church running over 600 in attendance, yet he still made this lady experience the love of her Pastor.

I saw this man many times lower his tall body down to shake a “Bus Kid’s “ hand or to rub a little boy head.   The impact of this on me as a very young preacher?   Everyone is important!    From the youngest baby in the nursery to the eldest person in Church,  Just love them ALL!   Don’t treat anyone different!   This is where I genuinely developed my desire to “Add Value” to everyone.  Why?  Because EVERYONE is important to God and therefore must be important TO ME AS THEIR Pastor as well.   Once you love and value a person, the sincere expression of your appreciation of people will naturally flow from your heart.

Demonstrate SINCERE Appreciation

Pastor, please demonstrate sincere appreciation for what your People do to help you in your ministry.   Let them KNOW that you VALUE them for WHO they are, as well as for WHAT they do.   Don’t make the mistake of assuming the other person knows how you feel about them.   Thousands have stood at the casket of their loved one only to say, “They did not know how much I loved them.”   My advice Pastor, “Don’t Wait until it’s Too Late.” To share your love for them.

I want to share a poem that Brother Hyles wrote about this subject which dramatically influenced me as a Pastor.

The Pastor’s Heart

by Dr. Jack Hyles

One day the load was especially heavy and the burdens were many. I had so many appointments that night and to be quite frank, I rebelled a little bit at having to solve the problems of others when I had so many myself. After counseling with many people, it was about midnight. As I started to go home, I had the following thoughts. Please read this poem very carefully.

 

“I have a burden, Pastor, that I’d like to lay on you.”  I listened, tho he never knew I had a burden too.

I took a tearful look toward mine; Then his came into view. ‘Twas plain to see my burden was The larger of the two.

I saw his load alongside mine, And, tho they both were real, The yoke he bore was made of wood, And mine was made of steel.

To him I said, “Come unto me; I’ll gladly carry thine”; Then whispered unto selfishness, “But who will carry mine?”

I softly laid my burden down To help him his to bear, While knowing that my heavy load I’m not allowed to share.

I’ll help him with his burden, then Regain mine after while,  When I will sigh and weep once more, While now I force a smile.

I felt the CHAINS OF BONDAGE till A CAPTIVE came to me. He bade me help him break the bands,  And aid him to be free.

I saw the fetters binding him, And felt a pity pain. For his were made of little rope, And mine of heavy chain.

I laid aside my heavy chains, So he, my help, could borrow. I’ll help free him of bondage now, And think of mine tomorrow.

A DOUBTER knocked at study door; I had an urge to groan, “Why bring your pebble doubt to me, When mine is made of stone?”

I smiled at him and listened, while Believing in my doubt. I laid it down reluctantly, And feigned about a happy shout.

I sat ALONE in darkened room, And felt a shadow’s knife. Another came to share with me Some darkness in his life.

As I compared my night with his, His dark possessed a lack. For his was just an evening shade, While mine was midnight black.

I slowly laid my nighttime down, To help him seek for light. I’ll tread my dimming path again, When I have made his bright.

A TROUBLED SOUL came to my door, A problem to confide. I had a problem, too, that day; ‘Twas hard for me to hide.

My problem was a mountain steep, And his was just a hill. My problem was an ocean-wide, And his a tiny nil.

Yet, ’tis my lot to fill his need, And put mine on the shelf. For I must lay my heartache down, And hide it from myself.

He told me of a broken heart, While mine was breaking too. I told him of a mending God Who maketh all things new.

He told me of his thirsty soul; I gave him living water. He said he was a broken vase; I told him of the Potter.

Another came when I was SICK To say he had the flu. His fever was a hundred-one, And mine a hundred-two.

Another came when I was FAINT, To say that he was weak. Another came when I was DUMB, To say he could not speak.

Another WEEPING SEEKER came, For me, his tears to dry. I went alone and wiped my eyes,  Then told him not to cry.

Another came when I was TIRED, To say he needed rest. I lifted him with weary arms, And tried to give him zest.

AND NOW, IT’S LATE, and all have gone, Each one to his abode. So I must find my problems, and Regain my heavy load.

Where is the burden I had borne? I had it while ago! Where is the problem I must solve? I left it here, I know!

Where is the darkness I once knew? I now see only light. The chains, the tears, the pains, the fears are nowhere now in sight!

I cannot find my broken heart!  Where is my fevered brow? I have a song! the tears are gone!
I cannot find them now!

My sickness, now, bath turned to health! And trust replaceth fright! Assurance covers all my doubts;
My darkness now is light!

I heard a voice from Heaven say “My child, ’tis always true: When you take care of others’ needs,
I will take care of you.”

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