We could say, "gedda job." Thing is, being a pastor IS a full-time job, and then some. By the way, you won't hear him telling people - who are about to have their electric shut off - to tithe up. Okay, that said. Anyway, being a Pastor means visiting/helping people (the leg-work in rounding up a few guys/materials to put a roof on Carl's house, because there's no way the old guy can afford to call RufersAreUs) studying Scripture, writing sermons. Some preachers preach/teach Sunday nights and wednesday - not so much nowadays...and today's society is a train-wreck???
Evidently, my pastor knows another pastor who had been kept poor by muzzlers. A few years ago, Pastor had gotten in contact with this old pastor...wanna talk about retirement-hell?? The man and his wife are living in some rickety little 5-wheel trailer. i wasn't there, and don't know the man, but i know that Pastor was upset.
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