Above all, I wanted and expected by God’s grace to be a success. My dad and his friends all lived to do something great for God. They didn’t pastor large or well-known churches, but they did know what God considers success. They lived in the firm confidence that the gospel is the power of God and that pastoral ministry under that gospel changes lives. Then as now, I cannot imagine a God who doesn’t want his servants to accomplish great things for him. I desperately wanted God to bless my ministry with changed lives and transformed churches.
All of this seemed a crushing burden as I drove into town and parked the truck in front of the parsonage. I turned the motor off and sat in the quiet. I was both anxious and excited. My new life had begun.