My “daughter in the Lord” Mary has a keen insight into the Lord’s servants, being one herself. Recently, she commented that her husband and some of us down here in Katrina-land are great quarterbacks but lousy halfbacks. I recognize a football metaphor when I see one but had to ask what it meant.
“A quarterback gives to others but is a poor receiver. My husband would give the shirt off his back and serve until he couldn’t stand any longer. But he can’t receive a gift graciously. Once he returned a Lazy-Boy recliner we gave him for Father’s Day. He can’t catch a compliment without dropping it.”
She added, “I worry about you burning out and pray for God to give you the encouragement and renewal that you need.”
It might come as a surprise to Mary, but I think a lot about the necessity of learning to receive graciously. Couple of little stories on that subject. (Sorry. Everything reminds me of a story.)
Years ago, Evangelist Perry Neal of Montgomery was passing through our city of Columbus, MS, and I invited him to lunch. As we sat in the dining room of the Holiday Inn, I remarked about the huge “Alabama” belt buckle he was wearing. Without a word, he unsnapped it and handed it across the table. I said, “Perry! I don’t want your belt buckle.” He said, “McKeever, learn to be a gracious receiver!” I said, “Give it here!” And I’ve kept it ever since. It’s as big as a platter and reminds me of a rodeo champion’s buckle, but I break it out occasionally and wear it with my denims, usually while donning my Bo Parker cowboy boots from the same period in my young adulthood.
Cindy Pelphrey, wife of Tom, long-time friends, was serving as a youth minister at a large church. One day a man in the congregation approached her. “Cindy, would you like some turnip greens? My garden is really looking great this year.” Cindy told him the truth: “No, thank you very much. We don’t eat turnip greens and frankly, they’re a lot of trouble to prepare.” The man’s jaw dropped and he walked away. He was obviously hurt, but Cindy had no clue what to do about it. A moment later, her pastor’s wife walked over and put her arm around her. “Honey,” she said, “never turn down a gift. It gives pleasure to the giver, and if you can’t use it, you can always pass it on to someone else.”
I have assured Mary that as a veteran pastor, I long ago learned how to receive. Preachers live off the generosity of others. This, of course, offends some with an inflated sense of ego, and leaves all of us in a quandry. Either we resist people’s gifts and deprive them of the blessings of giving, or we overdo it and become focused on finding ways to get people to give to us. Both are ditches in between which lies the road.
Recently after preaching at Calvary in Alexandria, a gentleman thrust a hundred-dollar bill in my hand. “Put it where it’s needed,” he said. Then, this week, a friend from Mississippi sent me a check for the same amount. Friday, when one of our pastors came by to discuss a problem he is going through, I presented him with two hundred dollars. Gifts from the Lord.
One of our Mission Service Corp couples received some money from our Katrina relief funds the other day. We knew they were having a financial struggle and put in a request for some assistance for them. Friday, the wife sent an e-mail asking whom to thank. I said, “God. I’ll tell Him.”
Someone once said, “No one unwilling to be eternally in debt can ever become a disciple of Jesus Christ.”
