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.
My journal…
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 to be sure, they presumed upon the 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.
These days, in retirement, I’m in a different church almost every Sunday. I preach in big ones and little ones, taking them as the invitations arrive. And frequently after ministering in a church, I do have thoughts on what the pastor can do to serve the Lord better there.
But unless I’m asked, I keep it to myself.
These days–
Perhaps one time out of ten, the host pastor will say to me toward the end of our meeting, “So, Brother Joe, I’d welcome any suggestions you have on what I should be doing.” And this is the honest truth, the pastor who says that almost never needs anything from me. The very fact that he is looking for ways to do a better job speaks volumes about that pastor and his leadership.