As he wearily slipped his key into the lock of his front door, he thought of all the people who believed pastors only worked on Sundays. It was 10:30 on a Friday night and his duties as pastor were only now allowing him to come home. He loved his job. Of course he considered it much more of a ministry than a job. But days like today just seemed to take all the inner strength he had.
As he mustered the strength to open the door the sights and smells of home almost overwhelmed his senses. Best of all, he was greeted with the understanding smile and warm embrace of his wife.
“Are the kids already in bed?”
“Yes, and why don’t you sleep on the couch while I reheat your dinner. You must have had a really rough day!”
“Oh, you have no idea!” He gratefully plopped on the couch and slipped off his shoes. “I met with the deacons to try to get them involved in the mission and discipleship program. But instead of volunteers, all I got were excuses. Then, I had to take the ad for the revival to the newspaper. I waited in line for forty minutes! I spent the rest of the night finishing my sermon for Sunday on inner strength. Right now, I can use all the strength I can get!”
He closed his eyes and was almost instantaneously transported into that realm of dreams where reality and fantasy meet in the foggy corners of the mind.
“Welcome to City Hall, gentlemen. As Commissioner, I have called this emergency meeting. As you know, our city is in a crisis. We’re fighting evil on every corner. I need your help. Will you super heroes use your powers to save our people?”
“I just can’t!” exclaimed Superman. “People always laugh when they see my in these ridiculous looking tights.”
“I would,” said Aquaman, “except the water here is just too dirty. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
The Commisioner asked, “What about you, Rainman?”
“Too busy. Time for Wapner. Gotta watch Wapner”
The Commissioner threw down a newspaper in desperation.
He pleaded, “Don’t you see the evil and suffering here! You’ve got the power! Why won’t you help?”
Their eyes were all suddenly drawn to the ad on the front page of the paper.
“Help wanted. No superheroes need apply. I will provide on the job training and education. Your boss is a Jewish carpenter, but all the work on wood has already been finished. This is a full time job. If you’ve got the willingness, I’ve got the strength.”
As the sleepy pastor awoke, he wasn’t sure why he had a blanket tied around his neck like a cape. But somehow, he knew had a renewed sense that God would give him the strength to keep on fighting the good fight.
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