Check on Your Strong Pastor Friend

I have been exposed to trauma my entire life.

It wasn’t that the trauma always happened to me, but it was in and out of my house a lot. Like a revolving door, the faces of broken people would walk through our front door and sit down on our couch and weep into the long hours of the night. Sometimes they would yell. Sometimes they would sit in silent prayer. Often times they would collapse.

Into the arms of my father. Most times with my mother right beside him.

My dad was a pastor for nearly 30 years. And it was in those 30 years, and even now in his current ministry position, that his heart is to bring hope to the hopeless and comfort for those who are unraveled. So very many of my childhood memories involved the front door creaking open late at night and broken people coming to my dad for wisdom and Biblical counsel. In addition to his full-time pastoral job, for eight years he also served as the police chaplain in our city. And night after night, he would be called to scenes of crimes and accidents to, once again, be the bearer of hope and comfort to those who had been blindsided by life.

I am quite sure my dad has seen just about all of it.

My father has sat on our couch and in churches and in funeral homes and on curbsides and in jails. He held the hands of widows as their young husbands took their last breaths. He held couples as their children passed into the arms of Jesus before they ever got to take a breath. He went to accident sites where body parts were covering the streets and into homes where children had been killed. He poured into couples who sat on the brink of divorce and wrestled through their deepest pains with them. He negotiated gunman with hostages and held hostage’s family members while they waited in agony for their loved ones to be released. He talked through questions of faith from “How do you know God exists?” to “Why would God let my husband kill himself?” and everything else in between.

He has selflessly walked through the valley of the shadow of death with friends and strangers alike and he has stared brokenness in the face more than one hundred people combined have in his lifetime. And after walking down into all of those valleys and through all of those shadows, he would come home to have very few who checked on him. And at the end of his ministry when he needed to be poured into the most, there were even fewer at his side.

Lauren Eberspacher
Lauren Eberspacher
Lauren is a blogger and author, living intentionally for Jesus, with a desire to give heartfelt encouragement to the everyday mama and wife. At From Blacktop to Dirt Road, she writes about all things Faith, Farm, and Old Fashioned Homemaking. Growing up in the suburbs of Kansas City, Lauren found herself in love with farm boy from Nebraska, which took her from the blacktop to the dirt road of their grain farm. She is a stay-at-home mom to her three small children, and learn in progress farm wife to her bearded farmer, Eric. Her first book, Midnight Lullabies, Moments of Peace for Moms, releases April 9, 2019.

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