Next month brings a milestone for me: exactly one-half century since the Lord called me into the ministry. I remember that moment like it was last week. Our Birmingham church was on the second week of a two-week long revival. I was a college senior, in love with Margaret, and planning on a career of teaching history in some college somewhere.

The choir was singing the invitation hymn, the same one we’d sung each night: “Jesus Paid It All.” It was a Tuesday evening, the house was filled, and Newman McLarry was the preacher. Larry Andrews led the singing. And then, suddenly.

It was like a curtain was pulled back. One moment the thought was not there, the next moment, there it was, filling my mind. “I want you for the ministry.”

Was it audible? No, it was stronger than that.

Time stopped as I began having a little conversation with the Lord.

“If this is really from the Lord, it’ll still be there tomorrow night. I’ll go forward during the invitation tomorrow night and share it with the people.”

“This is the Lord and you know it’s the Lord. There is no point in waiting.”

“That’s true. No argument there.”

So I stepped out of the choir loft and made my way to Pastor Bill Burkett to inform him that the Lord had just called me into the ministry.

Note that I did not say the Lord had called me to preach. At that point, His call could have been in any direction–missions, youth, pastoring, teaching. Anything but music. I ended up preaching, pastoring, teaching, working with youth and college students, and doing administration. The word “preaching” doesn’t begin to describe it.

It turned out that I was the only one surprised by the announcement that God had called me. Even Margaret seemed to like the idea of being married to a preacher. She told me later she had “felt the call” to be a missionary as a pre-teen. Her uncle Harold Shrauger, a longtime Baptist pastor and what we used to call “associational missionary,” was delighted too.

That’s my story.

In these fifty years, I served 39 as pastor of six churches, 3 years and six months as a staff member of a church, and 5 years as director of missions for the Baptist churches of metro New Orleans. That doesn’t add up to 50, I know. Remember, “50” represents the time since I was called into the ministry. It was nearly 2 years before I started pastoring and when I was 49, I spent one year without a pastorate, but preaching everywhere.

The call of God. There is a great reason why He calls men and women into His service. In fact, many of them.

Here’s my list. You’ll think of reasons to add.

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Like many large cities that are what’s called “tourist destinations,” New Orleans has a sizeable gay and lesbian community. They tend to congregate in the French Quarter and with their “Southern Decadence” festival each Spring, they attract two kinds of people: those joining their activities and those who want to demonstrate against them.

A local preacher of unknown (to me) background has made a name for himself for his public protests against the G/L community. He would use a bullhorn–yep, you read that right–and blare out his preachings and condemnations upon the paraders and onlookers.

Not a very pleasant way to bear a witness, if you ask me. (No one did. But, hey–it’s my blog.)

And then, on Monday of this week, that preacher was arrested in a park where children go to play (ponds, carousel, etc) and charged with a public act of indecency.

In his defense, the preacher said he mows lawns and does landscaping and–you’ll pardon the expression–carries a “pee jar” with him to relieve his physical needs. And that that’s what he was doing.

Witnesses claim he was being more active than that. He was arrested and charged.

Tuesday, he held a news conference. He holds to his story as to what he was doing, but added that he admits he has a problem with pornography.

He was humiliated. And he was humbled.

That’s so painful. But it might be the best thing that ever happened to him.

In Wednesday’s newspaper, his apology was printed.

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The New Testament is clear that the model for the Lord’s people in this world is servanthood. The texts are numerous and so clear they leave no room for argument. We have the Lord Jesus washing the disciples’ feet and telling us to do likewise (John 13). We have His testimony that He is among us as One who serves (Luke 22:27) and He came not to be served but to serve (Matthew 20:28).

Jesus said, “He who would be great among you, let him be your servant” (Matthew 20:27).

In epistle after epistle, Paul identifies himself as the servant or even slave of Jesus.

But no text speaks as pointedly to our being servants–and how to do that well–as Luke 17:7-10.

But which of you, having a servant plowing or feeding cattle, will say to him when he comes in from the field, ‘Come straight in and sit down to your meal.’ Instead, you will tell him, ‘Get something ready for my supper; gird yourself and serve me till I have finished my dinner. And after that, you can have your own meal.’

And so with you. When you have done all the things commanded you, say to yourselves, ‘We are unprofitable servants. We have merely done our duty.’

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The host pastor welcomes me to the city and begins telling me about his church.

Half the time, the story is the same. The church is weak, they’re running behind the budget, they have a hard time finding enough workers, and the mood is generally poor. He’s been praying that the Lord would use me to spark a reversal of these conditions.

Sunday morning–our first service–I am struck by something at odds with what the pastor has told me. There are plenty of people there. The potential is all around us. But the problem is a great percentage of the people are not giving, not working, not doing anything but occupying a pew and serving as spectators and critics for what the pastor and the overworked few are doing.

This should not be.

God has so arranged matters in His churches that every believer has a job to do and a spiritual gift with which to accomplish it.

I like that statement so much, think I’ll repeat it: God has so arranged matters in His churches that every believer has a job to do and a spiritual gift with which to accomplish it.

So, what’s the problem? There is no one answer. For many, it’s their spiritual immaturity or ignorance or rebellion. For others, it’s laziness or the fact that no one has asked them to do a job or take a responsibility and they don’t know they can volunteer. And for a certain percentage, the problem is they do not know their spiritual gift, that inner proclivity toward doing a certain kind of ministry in the church which was implanted at the moment of their salvation.

The last one is our focus here: Those who do not know their spiritual gifts.

Notice that we are not defining spiritual gifts, not citing all those scriptures that speak of them, describe them, and name them. We’re doing one thing here–answering the question: how does one go about discovering his/her spiritual gift?

The answer is not what you think. In most churches I’ve pastored, the minister of education finds a test people can fill out to identify their spiritual gifts. My opinion–and that’s all it is–is that they have little or no value.

There is a better way. And it’s so much simpler.

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My friend David told me what happened. One thing I am sure of, there was a mighty embarrassed preacher (not Dave) in the church building that day.

Here’s the story in my words, not his.

Dave was pastoring a small church in a deep southern town while living in the nearest city. During the week, he worked at the health department.

One day, his church leadership requested that Dave get ordained. He passed this on to his home church pastor in the city.

The pastor said, “Dave, anyone in particular you want to preach your ordination?” Dave couldn’t think of anyone. “I’ll leave that to you,” he said.

The night of the big event, Dave entered the church sanctuary and spotted a colleague from the health department. As they exchanged greetings, the friend said, “Uh, Dave. Have you seen who’s preaching your service tonight?” He hadn’t.

As soon as he laid eyes on the featured preacher, Dave stood there in shock.

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Sometimes someone says something to you in the body of a letter than jumps out and grabs you by the throat and will not turn you loose. You have to do something and do it soon, otherwise it chokes the life out of you.

Here’s what happened this morning.

A friend whom I may have known many years ago but who is now active in my circle of Facebook friends sent a message concerning a difficult situation she was facing. Toward the end of the letter, as she made her case for straight-shooting from my direction, she said something I will not soon forget.

Pray for me if you like. Send me scripture if you like. Put me on a prayer chain if you want. But please don’t lie to me about God.”

She was not trying to be dramatic, only to convey how strongly she wanted to know the right answer. Even if it hurt, even if it went contrary to everything she was doing and believed. She wanted to know.

You have to respect that.

My impression is that so many of the inquiries we preachers get via the internet about doctrinal issues want us to confirm what they are already doing and seeking someone to endorse all they have previously believed.

Don’t lie to me about God. God help us not to do that.

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Tonight, a realization threw me out of the bed and drove me to my note pad. I was lying there in the post-midnight hour doing what we preachers do, going over my sermon for later this morning.

The sermon is a beginning message for a four-day revival meeting I’ll be preaching for the First Baptist Church of Crowville, Louisiana. This congregation runs 80 to 100 in attendance and is made up largely of farmers and their families. The pastor, Dr. Keith Dowden, and I had dinner tonight and prayed for the Lord to give me the messages and do something special in the hearts and lives of his people.

My text is the parable of the mustard seed, Matthew 13:31-32. It’s a strong insight that a lot of the people in our pews need to hear, that God loves to use small, ordinary things and churches and people and acts and offerings. The mustard seed is a reminder that what God begins to do may be unimpressive on the outside, ordinary to the human eye, and not big by any means. However, being God, He can do amazing things with small beginnings.

I love to encourage small congregations with the assurance Jonathan gave his armorbearer just before the two of them took on a nest of Philistine warriors. “It matters little to the Lord whether He saves by the few or the many.” (I Samuel 14:6)

I like the question the prophet Zechariah raised as he spoke of the rebuilding of an economical version of the Temple and the coming of a Messiah who would ride in on a colt and be pierced for our transgressions: “Who has despised the day of small things?” (Zech. 4:10)

The answer to that is: “We do.” We like big things, dramatic results, impressive crowds, celebrity guests.

However, that happens not to be God’s way. He loves to use the small and the ordinary.

That’s when it hit me that I’m praying all wrong about this revival.

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