My journal tells of a revival in our church in 1992. After the final service, my wife and I took the guest evangelist and singer to lunch. And there they proceeded to unload.
At lunch for one solid hour, they filled me with their suggestions for improving our work here. Finally Margaret intervened and said, “You guys are overdoing it.” I was about to overdose on their helpfulness!
I don’t recall asking for their input. And true, they presumed upon our relationship. I’m confident they felt they were serving the Lord well by suggesting ways we could get this big church off the ground and into the air. And because they have been in full-time itinerant ministry for decades and have seen it all, they have definite opinions and convictions on what works and what doesn’t. And they are friends, although not with a lengthy history. Anyway…
My well-meaning friends had no clue the forces I was contending with inside the membership of the church. But, they wanted to help me, so I listened. And praise the Lord for a good wife. She spoke up and told them that was enough already. Smiley-face goes here.
She was right. There is such a thing as overdoing a good thing.
In retirement, I’m often in a different church every Sunday. I preach in big ones and little ones, taking them as the invitations arrive. And frequently after we’re finished, I do have thoughts on what the pastor can do here.
But unless I’m asked, I keep it to myself.