My favorite story about John Wesley is one he tells somewhere in his journal.
He is getting ready to do some field preaching. He looks down at the ground and sees a lot of fair sized rocks and dirt clods spread about. These are ready ammunition for his heathen foes and the mobs stirred up by his critics in the church. So, he moves to another field where the rocks are not quite so big.
I am so completely not like that.
I’m really good at giving so little offense that no one thinks to pick up rocks at all. I could preach in a meadow full of baseballs and never worry a trifle about flying objects coming my way. This is one of my most un-Wesleyan traits as a pastor.
Maybe this should be part of our new metric for “effective” pastors.
Question 1: How many rocks have been thrown at you by people listening to you preach?