In my first 10 years as a pastor I became accustomed to resources. I worshiped and served with a charitable portion of resources as unidentified supports around me. I had great worship facilities, great budgets and decently funded programs to suit any need or stage of life. I had on-hand artists to paint canvases for my sermons and quality writers to write fresh liturgies every Sunday. I had graphic designers to draw in the eye and talented musicians to create any mood we needed.
Whenever I would start a new spiritual program or sermon series, I quickly found myself pondering what resources were needed to make it land with excellence.
For 10 years, I wrestled with this landscape. I tucked away bothersome thoughts, still feeling that it was a privilege to serve the church.
Then One summer I went to Kenya and returned with hard questions pummeling my mind.