Back in the day I could pitch a pretty good softball game. I had an inside and outside spin depending on which side of the plate the batter stood. I had pretty good placement too. Several pastors warned me that pastoring a church and playing on the church team don’t mix well. I thought I knew better and continued playing competitively through my first years as a pastor.
The awful day came at a game where the umpire didn’t show up. I wanted to play. I wanted to pitch, but I offered to umpire since no-one else wanted to and because I was a steward leader after all.
