There are days that I want to give up pastoring. Other pastors would probably understand. The task is overwhelming, and there are few tangible signs that all the work is doing anything. The work is repetitive (do you know how fast Sundays seem to come?) and working with people can be challenging. This sounds like complaining. I suppose it is. Don’t get me wrong – I love pastoring, despite all of this. It’s just easy to question if you’re making a difference or not. Yesterday, I visited a different church. The service was simple but profound. The message lacked flash but had substance and depth. The hour and a bit was enough to re-orient lives, and if we listened and really worked at applying what was talked about, those who were present would see their worlds truly changed. There was nothing flashy, but for a moment we saw what was real and saw, again, what really matters. For a minute we saw eternity. So it does matter, and because I saw someone who was faithful yesterday, I don’t want to quit today. I may not be equal to the task, but I might be able to look at eternity, and help others to see it too, and that might be what matters most.