I doubt if there’s a Small Church pastor that hasn’t felt the pain of hearing those words.
I was reminded of that pain while getting re-acquainted with a friend over coffee a few weeks ago.
My friend is a semi-volunteer staff member at a church that used to be a very-big-verging-on-mega-church but, through a series of bizarre circumstances, the church has lost a lot of people and is now a Small Church in a big building.
His pastor had been given a copy of The Grasshopper Myth, which he had latched on to like a spiritual and emotional lifeline. The pastor then gave a copy to my friend, who recognized my name on the cover. So he read the book, then called me and we met for coffee.
Here’s the story he told me.