tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20905577.post569420178387520899..comments2024-02-22T04:58:19.083-08:00Comments on My Reflections: I Wasn’t Always a PastorUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20905577.post-15401647917940657612012-11-16T11:28:04.646-08:002012-11-16T11:28:04.646-08:00Well said. I think the other element I'll expa...Well said. I think the other element I'll expand on, as I expand the article someday, is that I'm actually thankful that I didn't grow up in the church because of all the negative stories from the Christians who did.My Reflectionshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06398084457749292224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20905577.post-53367394665178247922012-11-15T10:13:43.573-08:002012-11-15T10:13:43.573-08:00Excellent. This candid report reminds us that 1) P...Excellent. This candid report reminds us that 1) Pastors are fallen humans too, and 2) God understands it all too. It's not like God hasn't seen a girl flip up in her underwear-less miniskirt. <br /><br />When I was in the Army, my Chaplain, Dan, used to get comments all the time to the same affect. "Oh, sorry Chaplain, excuse my language." Dan used to joke in his sermons that people seem to have the weird theory that crass language becomes more or less bad depending on a person's radius from the Chaplain.<br /><br />Not only our Pastors regular people (and that's a good thing!), but God is not sitting on a cloud somewhere counting our expletives. We need to keep our eyes on what the spiritual life is really about. Good post Greg!M Fitzpatricknoreply@blogger.com