Today, my brain stopped working.
I was standing at the graveside for a funeral going over the so familiar liturgy and every minute or two, I just flubbed up my words. The epitome of my exhaustion came when we got to the Lord's Prayer and I forgot a line. But because it was at the graveside and because they were presbyterians and not methodists (and said debts and not trespasses) and because I was not mic'd no one really noticed. Except me.
Okay, okay, it wasn't that bad. I did my job just fine. But I reached my limit, and I knew it.
They say that there will be those days in ministry where everything happens at once. Pshaw - I thought. I'm still young and strong. I'm a runner (or at least I was five days ago before my ministry got in the way). I have some endurance. I can do it.
Sabbath and rest is something that I take seriously, but I also recognize that there needs to be flexibility in the schedule of a pastor. And that means that I'm totally out of commission after youth group tomorrow night. I'm leaving the state. Getting away with family to celebrate a new start for my brother. I'm looking forward to a long car ride with chex mix and laughter... and maybe some weird al yankovic if I can find the old tapes. My batteries are long overdue for an old school recharge.