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I’m a sucker for a great beginning of a book.
Here is how Kelly Gallagher kicked off his outstanding work Teaching Adolescent Writers:
You’re standing in a large field minding your own business when you hear rumbling sounds in the distance. The sounds begin to intensify, and at first you wonder if it is thunder you hear approaching. Because it’s a beautiful, cloudless day you dismiss this notion. As the rumbling sound grows louder, you begin to see a cloud of dust rising just over the ridge a few yards in front of you. Instantly, you become panicked because at that exact moment it dawns on you that the rumbling you’re hearing is the sound of hundreds of wild bulls stampeding over the ridge. There are hordes of them and they are bearing down right on top of you. They are clearly faster than you and there is no time to escape. What should you do? Survival experts recommend only one of the following actions:
–A) Lying down and curling up, covering your head with your arms.
–B) Running directly at the bulls, screaming wildly and flailing your arms in an attempt to scare them in another direction
–C) Turning and running like heck in the same direction the bulls are running (even though you know you can’t outrun them)
–D) Standing completely still; they’ll see you and run around you
–E) Screaming bad words at your parents for insisting on a back-to-nature vacation in Wyoming
Gallagher, who teaches high school in Anaheim, California, says experts recommend C. “Your only option is to run alongside the stampede to avoid being trampled.”
Then, being the consummate teacher, he applies the great attention-grabbing beginning: “My students are threatened by a stampede–a literacy stampede.”
The marks on the back door tell of the growth of the children over the years.
The clothing in back of the closet the kids can no longer wear speak of the growth of your young’uns.
The escalating cost of schoolbooks as the kids move into high school and then into college bear eloquent testimony to the maturation of the offspring.
They’re growing up.
But how can you tell when spiritual growth is taking place? Where are the markers? How are we to know if one’s development as a disciple of Jesus Christ has plateau’ed or is even regressing?
To my knowledge, there is no answer book for this question. There are only indicators.
Here is my list of ten signs–indicators, markers–that we are growing in Christ, that we are getting it right.
10. A Changing Appetite.
My taste for spiritual things is changing. I find myself loving to study the Word of the Lord and looking forward to it. Far from it being a chore, it’s literally fun.
Job said, I have esteemed the words of Thy mouth more than my necessary food (Job 23:12).
At the same time this is happening, my thirst for a trashy novel, an entertainment magazine, a sexy movie or a television celebrity expose’ is drying up. My appetite for spiritual junk food is diminishing. And that’s a good thing!
Radiation for cancer in the early months of 2005 changed my life forever. Since the cancer was under my tongue, the radiation was directed toward key spots in my head and neck. Although the oncological team did everything they could to program the computer to save saliva glands and taste buds, some were zapped and are gone forever. My doctor said, “Food will never taste as good to you again as it used to.” He was right. But that is a small price to pay to go on living and loving and ministering. Some foods–especially dry stuff like chips and fries and breads–have almost no taste. On the other hand, my taste for ice cream and sweets came back with a passion! There’s probably a spiritual lesson in here somewhere.
A friend texted to ask if I would talk about how a minister with a full-time congregation can discipline himself to do a daily journal. I’m not sure I’m the one to ask, for a good reason.
When I began keeping a journal, back in early 1990, I was between churches. Long story told elsewhere, but with a 12-month paid leave of absence I had time on my hands. Knowing that at the end of August 1990 my income would end and finding that pastor search committees were afraid of me–“If he’s so good, why is he available?”–I made a decision to journal. I figured someday I would look back and wonder what I was thinking during this time. So, I bought a hard-bound book and started writing each evening. Where to find those books? Barnes and Noble. Hobby Lobby. Even Wal-Mart.
Now, since I was unemployed, I had time for this and did not need the discipline my friend seems to need. In September 1990 when I began pastoring in metro New Orleans, I found it relatively easy to stay with the program since I had formed the habit.
So, what follows will only partially answer my friend’s question. But this is what I’ve come up with on the subject of “pastoral journaling.” Hope it helps.
Chaplain Moses is a book written by Kenneth Cook, a retired Army chaplain. He sees lessons for chaplains in the biblical account of Moses. I would personally not be surprised if a hundred other professions have found parallels with this great champion of God and produced similar books.
Pastors perhaps more than anyone else can find parallels from the life and times of Moses. Since four of the first five books of the Old Testament, called the Torah or Pentateuch, give us story after story involving this man, enterprising ministers and students will have no trouble unearthing a hundred or more lessons for their guidance.
Some of the more obvious lessons–that have furnished material for ten thousand sermons and almost that many books–include delegating work so you don’t try to do it all yourself, organizational guidance, prayer lessons, working with carnal, bull-headed associates, and such.
Here are a few of mine that seem to fit pastors so perfectly…
One. Let the pastor make sure of his call. That’s Exodus chapter 3. Until that is settled, you ain’t going nowhere.
Two. Until God says otherwise, the pastor is stuck with these people, no matter how much they try his soul and get on his nerves. Reading Moses’ story, primarily in Exodus and Numbers, one is struck by how the Israelis drove him batty. And yet, Moses kept at it. He was an amazing role model, to be sure.
I’ve known of pastors belly-aching to God about the people, wondering “how much more can I take?” and “Lord, the church over at Bigtown has come open and they pay a decent salary” or maybe “Lord, the unemployment rate in this dying town means we cannot pay salaries to stay competitive with bigger churches.” And in case after case, the Lord says, “Stay where you are. I’ll let you know when it’s time to move.”
In the church I was pastoring in the 1990s, we began inserting the occasional drama into the morning worship service, something we had created to fit the sermon.
Now, let me say up front that if you do brief dramas like this, you don’t have to purchase them. And neither do you have to buy videos. You have a few people in the congregation who would love to do something creative and helpful like this. However, don’t do it more often than monthly, lest it grow old or get out of hand.
Here’s one from Sunday, July 11, 1993. We called it the “Low Self-Esteem Anonymous Group.”
Margaret called the meeting to order.
Julie stood and said, “My name is Dummy–and I have low self-esteem. I’d planned to look for a job this week. But I didn’t. Probably wouldn’t have done any good anyway.”
David stood to his feet. “My name is Invisible and I have low self-esteem. I thought about asking a girl for a date this week. But I didn’t. Who would want to go out with me?”
Jennifer said, “My name is Zero–and I have low self-esteem. I thought about going to church. But I probably wouldn’t fit in, so I stayed at home.”
Throughout this, Neil sits aloof, off to one side, making derogatory comments (which brought laughter). Finally, he has enough. He stands up, points to the sign and says, “Look at that–‘Low Self-Esteem!’ I love the initials–L.O.S.E. That’s what you all are. A bunch of losers! I’m out of here.”
As he turns to leave, Jesse calls to him, “Hey Buddy–Egomaniac Anonymous meets down the hall, third door on the left.”
“Is Ephraim my dear son? Indeed, as often as I have spoken against him, I certainly still remember him. Therefore my heart yearns for him; I will certainly have mercy on him, declares the Lord.” (Jeremiah 31:20).
“How many times I would have gathered your children together as a hen gathers her chickens under her wings, and you would not. Behold, your house is left unto you desolate” (Matthew 23:37-38).
Almost daily, I hear of churches firing their preachers, engaged in lawsuits, and struggling with inner conflict. I know a hundred churches that were strong a generation ago but are fighting to survive now.
These are difficult days for churches, which makes these challenging days for church leaders.
If you are not grieving for the Lord’s church these days, it must be because your mind is on other things.
Let us care for what is happening, and pray for the Lord’s people….
–I grieve for the trendy church which is drawing people in from the smaller surrounding congregations and bursting at the seams, but leaving the smaller ones to shrivel and die. The huge church often cons its members into thinking they are doing something for the kingdom since they are experiencing such growth. Churches can be so self-centered. Pray the church will be loving toward other churches.
–I grieve for the church which is having mind-staggering growth but becomes secretive about what it does with the millions of dollars it takes in, protective about the pay it gives its leaders, and dismissive about the questionable personal lives of its leadership. Churches can be carnal. Pray the church will be led by men and women of integrity.
“But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and in that law doth he meditate day and night” (Psalm 1:2).
The Lord never intended for His Word to collect dust on a table in your back bedroom.
Courageous people paid for your right to own a Bible in your own language with their very lives.
What are you doing about that?
Christians who own numerous Bibles which they rarely open are thumbing their noses at the saints of old who paid the ultimate price.
This hard-won treasure lies buried under the dust and detritus of your life.
The Lord’s plan calls for His people to live and breathe His word, to read it and receive it inwardly and to think about it regularly and practice it. He intended it to become part of the very marrow of their bones.
Digest it. Assimilate it. Live it. And meditate upon it continually.
He even told people to “Eat this book.”
“And when He comes, He will guide you into all truth…” (John 16:13)
A publisher once sent me a book to review for unknown reasons. The writer at one time had belonged to a church I had pastored, so maybe that was it. (Later, I was to learn that publishers ask authors to give them a list of people they want to review their book and comment. So, clearly, it was the writer’s idea.)
My review was not what they had wanted. I said, “The writer had a great idea. He makes some excellent points. But he desperately needed an editor to help him.”
They never replied and never again asked me to review anything.
An editor can be a writer’s best friend. It is not politeness that prompts authors to praise their editor in the preface of their books. A good editor can cut through the verbiage, point out flaws in reasoning, find inaccuracies, and question claims. A good editor can spot a weakness in the plot and suggest a dozen ways to make the book better.
Most of us who try to write and then self-publish usually serve as our own editors.
The result can be embarrassingly bad. I will read an article on this blog written weeks earlier and spot typos or awkward sentences (the result of my attempts at self-editing, when I tried to cut out excess verbiage or redundancies by combining sentences and ended up making a mess of it).
I read those and think, “I wrote that? Man, I need an editor.”
I sat in a hospital room reading a book while the patient, a family member, was napping. Gradually I became aware that the author of this book desperately needed an editor to have gone over his manuscript. I was struck by one sentence in particular:
“That He might present it to Himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing, but that it should be holy and without blemish” (Ephesians 5:27).
The Lord wants the best for His Bride. And so does every right-thinking child of His.
Here is my wish list for the church of the 21st century….
One. I wish the church were less of a business and more like a family.
Our Lord looked around at His disciples and followers and said, “Behold, my mother and my brothers! Whoever does God’s will is my brothers and sisters and my mother” (Mark 3:33-35). The obedient are His family.
I’m so glad I’m a part of the family of God. The local church should be a smaller expression of that larger, forever family. I wish more of them were.
A real family nurtures its members, is always there, makes a big deal of each one’s special moments, and puts each other ahead of anyone else or anything else. To paraphrase Robert Frost, “A family is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”
Families are not about numbers, divisions, classes, and groups. Family members are related by blood and joined at the heart. The weep when one of their numbers weeps, rejoice when they rejoice. They don’t compete, except in a fun way, and are proud when one gets an award or honor.
People looking for a new church often will hesitate before joining one for the simple reason that they are in effect joining a family. Their unasked question is “Do I want to be family with these people?”