That’s one of the things I love about the ministry—no two days are ever the same. I often traffic in eternal paths: birth, death, deep sickness, tragedies. I live at the cutting edge of life. Dealing with the dead is just as familiar to the man of God as making the final sale is to a salesperson, or fixing a meal is to a homemaker, or changing a set of plugs is to an auto mechanic. Pastors could run the risk of becoming callused in handling death as a business, but I must say I don’t ever remember burying anyone one-hundred-twenty years young.
