Picky, Picky, Picky
One of the toughest tasks a church faces is choosing a good minister. A member of an official board
undergoing this painful process finally lost patience. He'd just witnessed the pastoral relations committee
reject applicant after applicant for some minor fault...real or imagined. It was time for a bit of soul searching
on the part of the committee. So he stood up and read this letter purported to be from an applicant.
Gentleman: Understanding your pulpit is vacant, I should like to apply for the position. I have many
qualifications. I've been a preacher with much success and also have had some successes as a writer.
Some say I'm a good organizer. I've been a leader most places I've been.
I'm over 50 years of age and have never preached in one place for more than three years. In some places,
I have left town after my work caused riots, and disturbances. I must admit I have been in jail three or four
times, but not because of any real wrongdoing.
My health is not too good, though I accomplished a great deal. The church's I have preached in have been small, though located in several large cities. I've not gotten along well with religious leaders in the towns where I have preached. In fact, some have threatened me, and even attacked me physically.
I am not too good at keeping records. I have been known to forget whom I have baptized.
However, if you can use me, I promise to do my best for you.
The board member turned to the committee and said, "Well, what do you think? Shall we call him?" The good church folks were appalled! Consider a sickly, troublemaking, absent minded ex—jailbird. Was the board member crazy? Who signed the application? Who had such colossal nerve?
The board member eyed them all keenly before he replied, "It‘s signed, The Apostle Paul."
