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Topic: Peer Pressure (07/05/04)

By James Snyder


It may shock some people to know that preachers are concerned about this. After all, preaching is our business, so to speak. We, like everyone else, are susceptible to such flights of vanity. We simply want to do our work as best we can.

For example, in my first church there was an old elder by the name of Elmer. As a young minister, I looked up to him.

On my first Sunday, he made a hit with me. As I greeted the people after the service, Elmer shook my hand warmly and said, “Pastor, that was a great sermon. The best I ever heard.”

Imagine how that affected me. I thought I had arrived. An old elder had complimented me on my preaching. I reasoned that he, of all people, knew great preaching when he heard it. Then about the middle of that week, it really hit me. I was under the gun now. I had preached a great sermon. Brother Elmer, God bless him, had said so. I had to repeat the feat that coming Sunday.

I can tell you now, I was nervous. Anyone, I suppose, can preach one great sermon. But two in a row – impossible.

The fateful Sunday came and I was feeling the pressure.

Following the service, as I greeted the people, I kept an eye out for Brother Elmer. Sure enough, he came, shook my hand warmly, and said, “Pastor, that was a great sermon. The best I ever heard.”

I had arrived. To preach two great sermons in a row was next to impossible, but I had done it. I had to buy a bigger hat that week, but the extra expense was well worth it. This went on for weeks.

Then we had a Bible college musical team come to our church. We gave the entire service to the young people for a splendid concert. They were wonderful and everyone enjoyed them.

As I greeted the people leaving church that morning, old Brother Elmer grabbed my hand like an old friend and said, “Pastor, that was a great sermon. The best I ever heard.”

I discovered what everyone in the congregation knew, that old Brother Elmer was full of raspberries. (Or, was it raspberry wine?)

Just a few weeks ago, for example, my wife and I were driving home from the Sunday worship service; I was feeling my homiletical oats.

The service was wonderful. The music was stirring and the special music was outstanding. But that was not what was making me feel so good about the worship service.

If I say so myself, and I guess I will, the sermon was great. Everything in my sermon that Sunday flowed quite remarkably. I was even impressed with my delivery.

I went from point to point with the greatest of ease and must say I was in rare form. A preacher knows when things are falling into place.

I felt good about that sermon and I thought I would explode in the car. The problem was, my wife did not even mention my sermon. “It was a nice service,” I plied.

“Yea. I guess it was a nice service,” she replied coolly as she looked out her window. Then she was silent. She did not catch my cue.

Now, I could have left it there and luxuriated in my own opinion of my sermon. But did I? Oh, no. I had to ask a question.

So with all the coolness I could muster, I asked my dear spouse, “Honey, how many really great preachers are there in the world?” Let me point out right here that wives (at least the one I married) have not quite mastered the art of dodging difficult questions like their male counterpart.

The silence in the car only prompted me to put the question before her again. “Honey, how many really great preachers are there in the world?”

Without even looking at me she snapped, “Honey, one less than you’re thinking of right now.”

Two verses from the Bible came to my mind just then.

“Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall” (1 Corinthians 10:12 KJ.V.) And, “Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall” (Proverbs 16:18 KJV.)

Member Comments
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Norma OGrady07/12/04
everyone like's a pat on the back, for a job well done.

We love to get an A+ on test
We want to please, that is why we make every effort to do our best.

God expects no less.
Than we do our best.
Pressure won't be so grim.
If we leave the rest to him.

Yeshua bless all your endeavors

Mary Elder-Criss07/12/04
I'd really like to meet your wife one day. Great story.
L.M. Lee07/13/04
thanks for being a "real" minister.
Lynne Gaunt07/13/04
I really enjoyed your story, and I thought the last half was important to your point and well-told. Perhaps a better transition between the raspberry bit and the car ride with your dear wife would have helped? ;o)
Phyllis Inniss07/15/04
I certainly liked this story. I thought you were going to say you heard the old elder telling the same "best sermon I ever heard" to other pastors.
Deborah Porter 10/17/04
James, I probably shouldn't say this, given the subject matter, but I loved this. You are a classic and the fact that you are always so willing to let everyone see your failings, just makes you an even greater blessing. This was a treat to read. Love, Deb