An old adage says "A mother is only as happy as her saddest child." As a father I know that to be true. I have a son who is struggling with his faith right now and he is not happy.
There is the narrative that he was raised within our home and the narrative that he is living right now in art school and those stories are not even close to harmonizing; in fact, they are striking a dissonant chord.
Remember the famous story Jesus told about the two sons? Jesus never mentions that the reason the younger son wanted his inheritance early so he could leave and squander it was due to any failure on the father's part.
Whew, I think. Maybe I should let myself off the guilt hook. And yet as I watch him live out his life in 'the far country' I ache for him to love and know the Jesus I know. I search my memories for where I failed him as a father and pastor. How did he drift so far?
I am running a low-grade fever of sadness while he is prodigalizing in Portland.
As I sit here looking out at the Sound and see large gulls soaring on thermals over the water, I am seeing other faces that make my heart grow sad. Not children of mine.
I see faces of congregants; people who are trying so hard to find their way in this world without Jesus. Oh, they come to church. Some come regularly, some intermittently but they are in my flock and I am their shepherd.
And while I am delighted with our church family and I am at peace with Jesus, I am also very aware that my sense of melancholy is tied to the saddest member of my church.
I am careful about boundaries. I am quite willing to let people feel the full weight of the consequences of their sins. These consequences can be their best tutors. But, oh this weight, this cloud, this dull and throbbing ache for the people for whom I have been given charge is relentless.
Matthew tells us that Jesus felt this heaviness “When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.” (Matthew 9:36)
The Apostle Paul commands all Christians to “Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.” (Galatians 6:4)
I wonder if this sadness is part of bearing the burden. I wonder if in bearing we are more present. I wonder if being more present with them leaves open the opportunity to run to them when they "come to themselves" and realize all that is waiting for them in the Father's house.
I believe this sadness keeps a father on the front porch looking down a long and dusty road for a broken and sad boy to come walking home. And when he sees the familiar stride of his child, to be quick to leap off the porch and run down the road to embrace his son.
And it is this sadness that makes a pastor stand on the porch of a little church every Sunday morning looking at a parking lot for that troubled family to drive up.
So, I wait and watch – ready to run to both my son and you.For I am a pastor.