Not that I'm whining, but. . .
I returned to work last Wednesday, and literally the first phone call was from a family whose father had died the night before. My week went like this: Wednesday night, confirmation class followed by a confirmation interivew. Thursday: a hospital visit to the widow of the deceased, funeral planning, and, oh, a council meeting. Friday night: a wedding in which the Best Man was the father of the groom, who is suffering from brain cancer. Saturday: preaching at said funeral, a large one. Sunday: Reformation, confirmation, and a farewell to our Minister of Music, who lost her 2-year-old son last December. And overshadowing it all the news that a fellow pastor's 24-year-old daughter (as well as a student of and babysitter for a member of our congregation) was murdered on Friday.
On the one hand, the pain of the world is precisely why I am in ministry. Trying to speak the gospel into these situations is draining but somehow life-giving too, for me. On the other hand, switching gears to the mundane management of the church, which just keeps on going in the midst of all these life events, wears me out.