Some Sermons Suck

I believe for the most part we all have good pastors who we really respect. Generally they have good sermons that point us to Christ and admonish us to be godly. But let's face it; sometimes their sermons leave something to be desired. They just aren't getting through to us.

Maybe they were really busy this week.

Maybe they were sick.

Maybe there was a family issue. We think.

Or, maybe you weren't praying for him throughout the week. Yes that's right, maybe the pastor was working really hard all week, studying a ton, spending much time in prayer, and he thought he put together a great sermon, but because you weren't praying for him 1. your heart wasn't ready to listen, and 2. he didn't receive the encouragement and blessings he would have gotten from your prayers.

Next time you complain about a sermon you heard that you didn't like, ask yourself this question; how much time did I spend in prayer for my pastor this week? How much did I encourage him this week? Because if you have not been praying for your pastor you have no right to speak against him in your heart or to anybody else.

Pray for your pastor. Especially on Mondays--a lot of pastors say that's their hardest day.

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