Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Who Will Counsel the Counselor?


The Preacher has a small office in a building just a block from his church office. This little office is located in a large building that has various business offices, a hair salon, a dance studio and conference rooms. It is tucked away in a corner just as you enter. On the Directory it is listed as 1205 - Christ-Centered Counseling. Inside is a sofa, a leather chair and a very small desk. It is small but cozy. 

The Preacher has tried to make it a welcoming place for people who need some counsel. And even if the main building doors are locked in the evening, his office will be opened at all hours when someone calls.

The Preacher works with people who need just a little help with some decisions. Those who need help with family troubles. Those who are trying to get over the loss of a loved one. Those who are so down that they need to know their life matters. 

In that tiny office he has witnessed laughter, sadness, confusion, tears, enlightenment and despair. He has seen and been through it all with people who he truly cares for. 

Sometimes the only people who are in that counseling office is the Preacher and I. Often the Preacher will use that office for a quiet place to read and study. So when I know he doesn't have any counseling scheduled, I will drop in on him just to see how he is doing and maybe to discuss the days plans. We never speak of the people that he sees in this little office. The words that are spoken in that office with the Preacher stays between them and him.

Sometimes the Preacher needs a shoulder to cry on too. He is not immune to this life's struggles, just like all those he helps. So I sit and listen. I listen to his sorrows. To his worries. To his what-ifs. I listen to his why's. I listen to his dreams and hopes. We cry together and we laugh together. And we pray together. The counselor needs to be heard too. When these times come I will always be here for him.

Love from the Preacher and I

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