Tom Carson was a missionary-pastor in Drommondville, Quebec and then, after many years of hard service with little fruit, he worked full-time as civil servant and 10+ hours a week as an assistant pastor in Montclair. In what were small churches, Mr Carson had to turn his hand to enything that needed doing - preaching & pastoring (of course), but also playing piano, sweeping, mending, setting up, clearing away, youth work, administration and so on. But despite working incredibly hard, and being faithful in prayer and holiness, he saw little fruit from his ministry and had times of deep darkness. He never doubted Christ, but in his journal he expressed the deep doubts about his own abilities, commitment, prayer and godliness that so many pastors feel.
His son concludes,
Tom Carson neevr rose very far in denominational structures, but hundreds of people in the Outaouais [region of Quebec] and beyond testify how much he loved them. He never wrote a book, but he loved the Book. He was neevr wealthy or powerful, but he kept growing as a Christian: yesterday's grace was never enough. He was not a far-sighted visionary, but he looked forward to eternity. He was not a gifted administrator, but there is no text that says, "By this shall all men know that you are my disciples, if you are good administrators." His journals have many, many entries bathed in tears of contrition...
...When he died, there were no crowds outside the hospital, no editorial comments in the papers, no announcements on television, no mention in parliament, no attention paid by the nation... But on the other side the trumpets sounded. Dad won entrance to the only throne room that matters, not because he was a good man or a great man - he was, after all, a most ordinary pastor - but because he was a forgiven man. And he heard the voice of him whom he longed to hear saying, "Well done, good and faithful servant; enter into the joy of your Lord."
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