1. “I enjoyed your little talk.”
2. “Is what you said true, or was that just preacher talk?”
3. “I heard (famous preacher) preach that same sermon on television. He did it so much better.”
4. “Could you come to my home and preach that sermon to my husband?”
5. “You ought to hear the pastor at our church. He’s been to seminary.”
6. “Our church is so much bigger (better, friendlier, whatever) than yours.”
7. “The restroom is out of paper.”
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“Now, therefore go, and I will be with your mouth and teach you what you shall say” (Exodus 4:12).
I love the sass we hear coming from Moses.
Is that too strong a word? It probably is, since my dictionary defines sass as “disrespectful speech.”
Gentle backtalk. Assertiveness, maybe.
Toward the end of his exchange with the Lord who spoke to him from the burning bush, as God called him to confront Pharaoh and deliver Israel from Egypt, and after Moses has run up excuse after excuse, only to be shot down by the Lord, Moses adds one more. (I love that sentence! smiley-face here)
“O my Lord, I am not eloquent, neither before nor since You have spoken to Your servant, but I am slow of speech and slow of tongue.”
Something about that resonates with me.
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“I’m retired and wondering if I need to join another church. The present pastor doesn’t quite seem to know how to relate to me. I feel I’m in the way around here. So, I’m wondering: should the retired pastor join another church or can he remain in the one where he has invested so many years of his life?”
My answer: That depends.
The pastor asking this added: “Have you ever written on that subject?”
Not until now.
He said, “I feel so awkward, like I’m in the way.”
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“Our Father, who art in Heaven….” (Matthew 6:9)
The Lord’s Prayer is a praise sandwich. Okay, maybe a “praise parenthesis.” Envelope? (I’m searching for the best metaphor. Anyone got a good one?)
This prayer begins and ends with praise. In between are the personal requests we make for ourselves.
The Lord’s Prayer begins with a concern for Thy Name, Thy Kingdom, and Thy Will.
It ends with Thy Kingdom, Thy Power, and Thy Glory.
In between, we have Give us, Forgive us, Lead us, and Deliver us.
What could be simpler?
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“I thank Christ Jesus our Lord who has enabled me, because He counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry…” (I Timothy 1:12).
I was pastoring the First Baptist Church of Columbus, Mississippi. This was the zenith of our twelve-plus years in that wonderful old church located in the heart of “the Friendly City.”
Here is the background….
In the summer of 1979, we had flown over 70 of our people–adults and youth–to New Jersey where they spent two weeks in a church-building blitz as well as ministering in the community. My son Neil was 16 that summer and went along. He has never forgotten the experience of working alongside successful businessmen and women who rolled up their sleeves and worked like dogs and sweat like…uh, pigs?
The experience was so great for our church, we decided that since we needed a new building for our music ministry in Columbus, rather than contract it out as we might normally do, we could build it ourselves. The summer of 1981 would be highlighted by a two-week period in which we would ask our people to take their vacation from work and act just as if they were in New Jersey or somewhere, and help construct that three-story building. (Yes, we actually hired an on-the-scene construction supervisor, and paid to have the foundation poured and the steel girders erected. Some things you don’t want volunteers doing.)
Anyway, we decided we would raise the money for the project and not go in debt. Our target date for the money was March 1, 1981. Now, I want to share with you excerpts from my journal leading up to that. Every pastor in the audience will see in a heartbeat why this experience ranks as perhaps “the most fun” of all my years in the ministry….
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A friend challenged me to write an article under this title. She saw where I posted a number of possible subjects to get the creative writing juices going for preachers, and the one titled “write about the most fun you ever had in the ministry” intrigued her.
I told her I’d give it a try.
With the call of God on one’s life, a place to serve, great friends alongside you, and laughter in your heart, it hardly gets any better than this!
Now, fun comes in many shapes and sizes and varieties in the ministry. Mostly, for me, the “fun” was of two types: a) everyone enjoying one another and b) great things happening in the church.
This article is of the first type; the next article gives the second type of fun.
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“They said to Him, ‘Lord! Everyone is looking for you.’ He said to them, ‘Let us go into the next towns, that I may preach there also, because for this purpose I have come forth'” (Mark 1:35-38).
Turning down a lousy request is no problem.
–“Hey Joe! Wanna go bungee jumping?” Ha. Not in this lifetime.
–“Hey preacher! How about a night of bar-hopping on Bourbon Street!” You talking to me, Leroy?
–“Pastor, would you write a book on the superiority of your theological system over all others?” Uh, no. But have a nice day.
Saying ‘no’ to something you hate to do, do not want to do, cannot do, and would not be caught dead doing–piece of cake.
No one has to counsel you on how to do that.
It’s all those other requests that you find difficult to turn down.
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“Work for the shalom of the city where I have sent you…and pray on its behalf. For in its shalom, you will have shalom” (Jeremiah 29:7).
New Orleans is safer now than in 2005. The Corps of Engineers has raised the levees protecting the city by five feet, and spent billions of dollars on pumping stations to empty the city of water should it be flooded.
Streetcars travel up and down Canal Street now, and soon will head down Rampart Street toward the Bywater neighborhood. This is all new and we’re excited about it.
Oh, and the Baptist Seminary has a Wal-Mart across the street. And speaking of NOBTS, the enrollment is back up to pre-Katrina numbers, although a large number of those students are strictly on-line and not in the city.
But here is my personal list of the 10 greatest changes in New Orleans since that fateful August 29, 2005….
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The pastor said to me, “When I retire, I’m going to write a book. I have all these great stories and experiences I’m itching to tell. That’s what I’m going to do.”
I said, “No, you won’t.”
He was taken aback.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’ve heard it too many times. Preachers who have not written anything more than copy for the church sign think that when they hang it up, they’re suddenly going to transform themselves into authors. And it’s not going to happen. It never happens.”
“Why do you think that is?” he asked.
“No one can go a lifetime without writing and suddenly flip a switch and write an entire book. Especially one worth reading.”
He agreed to give that some thought.
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I invite you to read this opening to my journal dated October 1980.
I was 40 years old and Margaret was 38. We were in our 19th year of marriage, and pastoring the First Baptist Church of Columbus, Mississippi. Our children were 17, 14, and 11.
The first entry in the book is dated October 9. However, the paragraph above that reads:
The month of October got off to a poor start around the McKeever household. I announced to Margaret that until October 27th, there were no open days or nights. The month was filled with church meetings, committees, banquets, associational meetings, speaking engagements at three colleges, a weekend retreat in Alabama, and a few football games. She cried. Once again, I had let others plan my schedule in the sense that I’d failed to mark out days reserved for family time.
I ran across that book today, read that paragraph, and wept.
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