Who do you eat meals with? (Dear Grammar buffs…sorry about the dangling preposition). For me, it’s usually Karla. Sometimes I eat with church folks. Once in a while I eat alone. Often in the gospels we are told how Jesus ate with “the tax collectors and other sinners.” Occasionally the gospel writer will add “prostitutes” to the unsavory group. Tax collectors, as you probably know, were considered collaborators with the occupying Roman enemy. They were hated. The worst of the worst. And “other sinners” could be described as “even worse.” Then add the prostitutes… well, you know, where they stand. So, Jesus ate with “the worst of the worst and even worse and sometimes worse than that” people.

If we are to be like Jesus (and we are); if we are to act and think and love like Jesus (that’s the goal); then here’s a simple question: When was the last time you had dinner with “the worst of the worst and even worst and sometimes worse than that” people?

Maybe that’s too hard. In my mind “the worst of the worst and even worse and sometimes worse that that” people, are child molesters, serial killers or drug kingpins. I don’t know too many serial killers and drug kingpins. Let’s make the question a little easier: When was the last time you had dinner with “the not-so-bad, and even nice, just don’t know Jesus” people? 

For some it’s every night, I’ve described someone in your home. They are good people. Not so bad. Even nice. Just don’t know Jesus. Some of us eat with them a lot.

For others, you will have to think about it. It’s been a while since you shared a meal with “a not-so-bad, and even nice, just don’t know Jesus” person. Maybe it was last Christmas when your crazy cousin Willodeen was at the family gathering talking about was her seventeen cats. Think about it: When was the last time you had dinner with “the not-so-bad, and even nice, just don’t know Jesus” person?  You are probably a Christian. All of your friends are probably Christians too. You know a few “not-so-bad, even nice, just don’t know Jesus” people, but you’ve never had dinner with them. It’s your mail carrier; the check-out lady at the grocery store, maybe your next-door neighbor. 

Where did Jesus meet so many tax collectors, prostitutes and other sinners? Maybe they had a special club where they hung out. Or more likely, Jesus was intentional in making friendships with those people far from God. Jesus probably went out of his way; cleared his calendar; and prioritized their gatherings and made hanging out with “the worst of the worst and even worse and sometimes worse than that” crowd kind of fun. It seems like they wanted to be with Jesus too. 

If we truly want to be like Jesus, then maybe instead of sucking down a Coney dog (Detroit style for me, please) with our Christian friends, we should be thinking about who we know that doesn’t know Jesus; is far from God; but with whom we might share a meal. Try it. You’ll be more like Jesus if you do. Make the meal fun, and pass the mustard!

The world is on pins and needles observing the war in Gaza. The suffering is incomprehensible sitting in our comfortable living rooms watching the events unfold. I’ve never been in a war-torn area. I’ve never heard bombs and gunfire outside my bedroom window. I’ve never had a loved one raped or murdered simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time or who was of the “wrong” nationality or “wrong” religion. 

It is heartbreaking. So we in America pray, pray, pray. 

As we watch the evil atrocities of Hamas and the scarcity of the basic necessities of life in Gaza, it makes the petty things we, Christians in America, fight over seem all the pettier. 

A couple of weeks ago, a few people took acceptation to a blog post of mine. Folks from the right and left didn’t like it (usually a sign I was on target). They wrote and said mean things. Lies even. My skin is pretty thick when it comes to things written or said; but my skin is not thick enough if it were bullets being fired. Compared to the situation in the Middle East, my tribulations are extremely light and momentary. In fact, I don’t like using the word “tribulations” in comparison to the suffering occurring in our world. We need to put in perspective our trivial disagreements.

I get it. Theology matters. We want to be correct biblically, of course. People will not always agree with our nuanced look at scripture and theology. Fundamentalists, Calvinists and Wesleyans hold different beliefs about the Bible, women in ministry, the atonement and a host of other things. We all believe in Jesus. We might be neighbors in heaven. Can’t we turn down the rhetoric? 

John Wesley said, “Though we cannot think alike, may we not love alike?” It’s a good question. 

I get it. I’m a white, over sixty (boo hoo) male. I’m not excluded because of my gender or race. Maybe I shouldn’t be the one stating this, but our bickering over non-essentials is not worth the fight. In our ever-divided world, for many their “non-essential” list is shrinking, and their “essential” list grows. But should it? Our trivial differences seem so inconsequential as people’s lives are destroyed and so many are left wondering about their very survival in the Middle East. 

As the world watches in horror the events in Gaza, of course, our enemy is not the innocent Israeli or Palestinians. Neither is our enemy those Christians who might view scripture differently. There is evil in the world and it’s not the Methodists, Baptists or Catholics. Our Enemy is the roaring lion of whom Peter instructs: Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. (1 Peter 5:8). In such a time, we believers must stand as one and denounce evil in all of its forms (Reject every kind of evil. 1 Thessalonians 5:22). We must pray, weep and hope together. In the face of evil, Christian brothers and sisters must live into Romans 12:9: Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. In other words, know the Enemy. It’s not my Christian brother or sister who might differ with me on the nuances of Scripture or end times theology. It’s really not.

Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited. Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Romans 12:16-18

Once upon a time there were twins, Humperdinck Bartholomew and Salvador Montgomery. To make things simple, their parents called Humperdinck Bartholomew, “Happy” and called Salvador Montgomery, “Sad.” Never wanting one boy to think the other was more favored, Happy and Sad’s parents made sure the boys always had the exact same things. Throughout their lives Happy and Sad had everything identical, except one thing– their attitudes.

Happy had a blue shirt, and loved every thread.
Sad had a blue shirt, but wished it were red.

Happy had a toy truck. “Wow! it rolls far!” 
Sad had a toy truck, but wanted a toy car

Happy had chocolate cake. “Yummy, it’s cake! Right?” 
Sad had chocolate cake. His favorite cake was white.

Happy had a Christmas list, and wanted something on it.
Sad had a Christmas list, and wanted everything on it.

Happy had holey jeans. He thought, “I’m wearing the latest style.”
Sad had holey jeans. He threw them in the big junk pile.

Happy got a B on a test, and said next time I’ll do better.
Sad got a B on a test—Jealous of those with a better letter.

Happy went to church. He enjoyed every song.
Sad went to church. The preacher preached too long.

Happy grew to be a man, and appreciated sunshine or rain. 
Sad grew to be a man, and found reasons to complain

Happy got married. They rarely had a fight. 
Sad got married. His wife could do no right.

Happy had kids. Even small things caused celebrations.
Sad had kids. They never met his expectations.

Happy when wronged, forgave those with whom he disagreed.
Sad when wronged, took to social media. Slander guaranteed.

Happy had a job, worked hard, excelled in all he did.
Sad had a job, worked little, behind his desk he hid. 

Happy was old and passed on all that he had learned.
Sad was old. Toward future generations– unconcerned.

Happy reach the end of his days, thankful and glad.
Sad reached the end of his days, grumpy and mad.

The moral of the story: 
Be happy. Not sad.
Count your blessings, don’t compare them.

Second moral of the story: 
Don’t name your kid, “Sad.” It’s a terrible nickname.

The end

There is a lie floating around about small churches. A big fat juicy lie. The false narrative asserts that small churches are nothing but trouble. To those sensing a call into ministry, the Great Fib says, “Stay away! Don’t go there!” Sucked into the faulty story, many called into ministry believe it’s better to plant a church, or start a Christian coffee shop or do just about anything else than to go to an existing small church in a small town and deal with the stuck-in-their-ways, older congregation.  

Reality: Small churches can be a huge blessing to the community and pastor. I was called out of a small church (so was my brother and others). It’s a doctor’s office now. My wife’s small church had people called into ministry. It is closed too. Those two churches were not failures. The doors are shut, but the ministry of the Elmwood and Reading Churches of the Nazarene continues through those of us who are still serving the Lord.

Granted it’s been a while, but my first church was the Bad Axe Church of the Nazarene in the Thumb of Michigan. I joke about being a “Bad Axe Pastor.” Saying it fast without annunciation sounds a little funny. 

There were 40 people present on my first Sunday as a Bad Axe pastor. The church was located on a side street. Even people who lived in Bad Axe for years, didn’t know where the church was located. The parsonage and church were so close together, they were connected with a tunnel between the basements. The church fellowship hall was the parsonage basement. Eventually the living room became a Sunday school classroom. 

I was a solo preacher. Meaning I was also the lawn care provider, snow shovel-er, counselor, sometime special singer (big regrets over that), bulletin designer, director of VBS, bat exterminator (yikes), youth group leader, senior adult director and shortstop on the church softball team. You name it, I did it. 

I made mistakes in Bad Axe. Too numerous to count. But the good folks of Bad Axe loved me anyway. Folks would drop off vegetables from their gardens or homemade goodies. We lived below the poverty line and the district paid for half of our health insurance. Still, it was such a rewarding time for a young pastor and spouse. 

I loved Bad Axe (if you couldn’t tell). It was a good ministerial start and I’m a better pastor today because of my three years as a Bad Axe pastor. 

All this to say, small churches aren’t bad. They aren’t mean (there might be a meanie or two in some places). They aren’t pastor-assassinators and joy-killers. 

I recently wrote on the slow leak of young people leaving the church; but there are plenty of young people who want to stay. We need them to stay. Small churches need young pastors. They need the vitality that young pastors bring. They need new life, new energy, and a new hope for the future. A good small church will love to be pastored by a young adult!

Don’t believe the big fat juicy lie that small churches aren’t worth the trouble. Don’t believe the false narrative that small churches are mean, hard-hearted or void of potential. Small churches can be such a blessing to their community and their young pastor! 

(as part of “Pastor Appreciation Month,” I’m taking time to appreciate the wonderful church’s where I have been blessed to serve)

When a pipe bursts, you know it. There is water everywhere. But when it’s a leak, a slow leak, it is easy to overlook the problem. If the leak persists, year after year, without being addressed, eventually the damage could be worse than the bursting pipe. Slow leaks unattended can destroy the whole structure.

We’ve got a plumbing problem in the Church of the Nazarene. It’s not a pipe bursting (see the United Methodist Church); it’s a slow leak. 

I used to think the Church of the Nazarene might split over (you name the issues): Drinking; Speaking in Tongues; or the Wesleyan view of Scripture to name a few. It doesn’t appear that the Nazarene’s are marching toward a massive split. The last major split (I believe) was the formation of the Bible Missionary Church back in the 1950’s over watching TV. (The Bible Missionary Church was against the “devil box” placed in everyone’s home). 

The Church of the Nazarene will continue to die in USA/Canada (not necessarily in the rest of the world) because of a slow but steady exodus of young people. Check out the average age of newly licensed ministers. It’s not men and women in the early 20’s (like when I received my first license); it’s people in their late 30’s. Why is the average age so high? Because young people are walking away. 

It’s a slow leak.

Denominational leaders will point to the year-over-year level number of credentials surrendered and say, “See, we aren’t doing so bad.”  The problem is that young people aren’t even going through the process of getting a district license. They are dropping out. 

It’s a slow leak.

They see the division in churches; the deception of church leaders; the battle lines drawn over opinions; the angst over human sexuality; the fundamentalists gaining ground; the limits on discussion; the heavy-handed restrictions on creativity; the overtly political agenda; rise of Christian nationalism and young ministers-in-training say, “It’s not worth it. There’s too much baggage. It would be easier to pastor a non-denominational church; plant a church or be a Christian “minister” in a coffee shop.” Then they walk away.

It’s a slow leak.

What can be done to stop the leak? There isn’t a quick answer. There’s no magic substance that can plug the hole. But maybe the beginning of the answer is through listening and conversation. It begins with a posture of humility in our leaders. Listening is not liberal, conservative, “woke,” fundamentalist, progressive or any other label. Listening can’t hurt, will probably help and at the very least bring all parties to a better understanding of the other. Before drawing conclusions, passing down injunctions, removing status or walking away, couldn’t we listen?

People leave when they feel their voices aren’t heard. Listening (on all sides) can only help end the slow leak.

I’ve been on this planet exactly 21,916 days (if you are doing the math at home, I’ll save you the trouble: that’s 60 years plus one day). Me, Gwyneth Paltrow and Google had a birthday yesterday (many thanks to all who sent greetings my way). According to a study reported here, September 27 is the most common day for a person to be born. In other words, I’m not as special as my mother told me I was. 

I’ve been sucking in air for 21,916 days on our beloved revolving ball of dirt and water. Not all of those days have been great. There’s been a few clunkers. But, honestly, just a few. 

The day of my brain aneurism wasn’t a great day, but I really don’t remember much of that day. Kidney stones, a ruptured appendix and a few other assorted ailments make up a handful of bad days. The death of my parents and other close friends account for a few more bad days. There have been disappointments in people’s choices; a few church folks (not many, just a few), in the back pocket of the Enemy, made for some stinky days; and a car crash or two (who’s counting?) made for a less than perfect day. All this to say, of my 21,916 sunrises almost all have had sunsets that followed a pretty decent day. Many days were exceptional! I’ve been blessed.

If I had 150 bad days (and I think that number is high) then about 99.33% of my days have been good days. I can testify with Kind David from the favorite Psalm who wrote: “Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life” (Psalm 23:6). God’s goodness and love have followed me. I don’t deserve the blessings I’ve received. I’m overwhelmed by God’s graciousness!

Against, my mama’s opinion, I’m not unique. You have been blessed too. Maybe you’ve have a few more bad days than me. Maybe you’ve had a few less. But the reality is that God longs to bless His children. Psalm 2:12 says, “Blessed are all who take refuge in him.” Not some. Not a few. ALL who take refuge in Him are blessed.

In Jesus list of those blessed in the Sermon on the Mount (the Beatitudes), some of those considered “blessed,” are questionable. Are they really “blessed” –the poor in spirit, those who mourn, the persecuted—to name a few? It would seem that they have more than their share of “bad” days. What gives?

James understood it this way: Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him. (James 1:12). Peter agrees: But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. (1 Peter 3:14). In other words, the worst of days of our lives don’t have the final word. Jesus does. Keep your eye on the Prize not the problems.

Unless I am like Moses (he lived 120 years) I don’t have another 21,916 days left in me. Whether those remaining days are many or few; whether the days are mostly bad or mostly good—this I know: I long to experience the blessings that the Revelator foretold: “Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city” (Revelation 22:14). That glorious final blessing is my aim and goal—I hope it’s your too.

Spiritual Renewal is something that every believer should want. The Lord’s mercies are new every morning (Lamentations 3:23), who wouldn’t want a new mercy every morning?  Who wouldn’t want to be renewed in his/her spirit each day? This isn’t a conservative or liberal thing. Who doesn’t want to be revived?  

Those who might say “revivals” or periods of spiritual renewal in a church are not effective these days. They aren’t like the “good old days” when folks didn’t have anything better to do, had three TV channels from which to choose; and came out to anything the church offered. It’s true there are more things to do and more things that (we feel) must be done. Look at social media. Walked through a high school. Noticed the direction of our country. Think of the defeat/discouragement within families.  Hear the angst and the lonely cries of people all around. We need revival. More than ever, we need spiritual renewal.

Who doesn’t need: More encouragement? More strength? More wisdom? More spirit infused courage? We all need more of Jesus these days not less. Those who say, “I don’t need spiritual renewal” or “I’m too busy for revival” or offer some other excuse—are more than likely the ones most in need of spiritual renewal.  We all need it (pastors included).

Everyone can grow stale. No one is immune. Spiritual renewal is the antidote.

To combat the prevailing forces and pressures in our ever-compromising culture, we must slow down, focus on Jesus and plead to grow deeper in our walk. It might involve openness, honesty, confession, vulnerability and stepping out of one’s comfort zone. It might cost us something. Growth usually does.

Clearing calendars is inconvenient. Of course, there are commitments that have to be kept (revival week or not). There are some things a person can’t get out of doing—but there are plenty of things that we can get off our plate for a four-day immersion in soul renewing. It might involve asking to re-arrange a work schedule; cancelling a regular appointment; or asking to be excused from a class. If we claim that our soul care is the most important thing in our lives (and it should be), then, for this four-day period, we need to act like it. 

Once a year (generally the first week or two of October), Central Church sets aside four days, Sunday through Wednesday to intentionally focus on our soul reviving. This year, October 8-11, Dr. Tim Green, dean of the Millard Reed School of Theology & Christian Ministry at Trevecca Nazarene University in Nashville, Tennessee will be our speaker. We make every effort to eliminate excuses. A free dinner is served Monday through Wednesday. Our Discovery Area (nurseries and pre-school) are fully staffed. Our children’s ministry (grade 1-5) also have special speakers and workers. We prioritize this week in our budget and in our efforts. 

We put forth the energy because we believe God wants to revive our souls, improve our outlook; strengthen our families; refocus our attention and ready us for whatever the future might bring. We’ve got a couple of weeks to shuffle our duties and clear our responsibilities to enable full participation. Spiritual renewal is worth it. Revival is coming! I can’t wait!

According the picture that was on my social media time line, the rapture is happening tomorrow. Apparently, whoever made this “theological calculation” forgot Jesus’ words, “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father” (Matthew 24:36). In other words, make your car payment.

For argument’s sake, let’s say it was true. 

In 24 hours, the world is about to change… 

What would you do? 
Who would you call?  
What would you tell them? 
What if they didn’t believe you?
Would you take their “you’re crazy,” comment and drop the whole conversation?
Would you be persistent?

Are there people to whom you would need to make apologies?
Are there wrongs that need to be righted?
Are there people you’d want to thank?
Would you cancel your Saturday plans?
Would you be sad that you won’t be able to watch football this weekend?
(I’d be happy to be entering the sweet by-and-by in my fifties, not in my 60’s like a certain wife of a preacher that I know. I’d have all eternity to rub in that lil’ fact… snicker snicker).

Paul wrote this nearly 2000 years ago: 
Understanding the present time: The hour has already come for you to wake up from your slumber, because our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed. The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light. Romans 13:11-12

If the Apostle Paul said, “the night is nearly over; the day is almost here,” doesn’t it make sense that two millennia later, we are a whole lot closer to that Day (yes, I capitalized it on purpose) than ever?  Are we slumbering on this news? Have we put on the “armor of light”? (Read: Are we shining for Jesus?).  Jesus indicated we need to be prepare today for all eternity when He said, “And what do you benefit if you gain the whole world but lose your own soul?” (Mark 8:36). We are going to spend a whole lot more time in the next life than we are in this old life, so we need to be ready. For the procrastinators in the crowd remember the words of Proverbs 27:1: Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.

I’m not suggesting that the rapture is happening tomorrow. I am saying, I could get in a car wreck tomorrow. You too (sorry for the Debby Downer wakeup call). Fact is, there are no guarantees in this life. If you’ve been in a car with me, you know that, statistically, there is a much greater likelihood of me blowing through a stop sign than Gabriel blowing his trumpet. Reality Check: Am I prepared to see Jesus, whatever my tomorrow may bring?

With apologies to the know-it-all, social media post, “the End” might not come tomorrow, so pay your mortgage and your tithe (hee hee)! Even more important, pay attention to the wellness of your soul.

Proof #128 that I am old: I constantly find myself saying, “it was much easier pastoring in “the good old days.” I feel like a curmudgeon to say it, but it’s true. 

Pastoring is hard. 
Harder now than ever.
People are angrier. 
Social media is brutal. 
Less people go to church, and 
those that are church go-ers, “comparison shop” more than ever.
An old preacher once told me, “once the sheep start to wander, they never stop.” We’ve got a generation of sheep wanderers, drifters and dropper-outers. That’s Baaaaa-d! (Terrible puns? Proof #129 that I am old.)

Regular attenders are less “regular.”
I’m told that there are more reasons to miss church now (I don’t really think there are more reasons to miss. There have always been plenty of reasons to miss church. It’s just these days people are more apt to miss). 
It is easier to miss church (thank you live streaming). 
The only “live streaming” in the old days was if the water fountain in the church foyer got stuck (Church foyer jokes: Proof #130 that I am old).

Growing up, we went to church. If the doors were open, we, Princes, were there. A little tummy trouble wasn’t a good enough reason to miss church. You had to have a foot in the grave and the other foot on spilled communion juice to miss. (Bad Communion jokes: Proof #131). Not so these days. 

People are less forgiving.
They draw conclusions much quicker.
Authority, respect and kindness have seemed to take a backseat to personal liberties where every behavior under the sun is validated and if you think otherwise, the “Kibosh!” will be on you!! (Use of the word, “Kibosh”: Proof #132)

Often in a vacuum (thanks again social media); non-Christians only hear the voices of like-minded people, and (not shockingly) those in the world are not favorable to the things of Christ. Proof #133: Every fiber in me, wants to make a joke how Hoovers’ aren’t the only vacuums that suck, but I’m not.

Moreover, there are “believers” who likewise are critical of the Church, pile on at any bits of trouble and regurgitate all of the Church’s flaws. Knowing the actual facts seems to be optional. Of course, accountability is needed. Errors and sins should be exposed. Flawed, sinful leaders should be expelled. I’m not talking about that. I’m referring to the ad nauseam criticism and vitriol speech from those who claim Christ. They have no problem slinging mud on the Bride of Christ’s gown. Heaven forbid, if a pastor-type should tell the aforementioned “believer” that their negativity is not helping the cause of Christ. An avalanche condemnation and denigration will fall upon the poor preacher. 

Did I say pastoring is harder now? It is.

What’s my answer to this current state of church life and pastoring? I’m going to try even harder. I am going to work to get others to join me. I’m going to preach and pray and call and visit and love and work some more until Jesus comes. I’m also going to pray for young leaders who are strong, courageous, faithful, loving, truthful, and kind. God is calling them. I’m praying these young leaders will be listening and not get discouraged. The closer I get to the finish line, the more I long to hear, “Well done my good and faithful servant.” A grumpy generation is not going to stop me.

Now, get off my lawn.

(The previous comment is Proof #134 reason that I am old).

I like good news. Who doesn’t?  The Gospel of Jesus Christ, of course, is the ultimate Good News. We always want to share it–as often as possible. But I also like hearing the good things that are happening in my tribe, the Church of the Nazarene. I especially want to know what’s happening in the USA/Canada region where I live and work. It seems Captain was right in Cool Hand Luke: “We have a failure to communicate.” 

There is news coming from various Nazarene entities. Nazarene Compassionate Ministries post on social media from time to time how Nazarene are helping to alleviate the world’s suffering. That’s good news. The NCM Magazine likewise provides good stories from around the world. Nazarene Missions sends an emailed prayer reminder on Wednesdays about different countries in the world. That’s good too. Nazarene News on Friday’s sends an email about what is happening here and there throughout the world. There is an obituary section (mostly USA/Canada clergy) and a once-a-month notice of the moving ministers (also mostly in USA/Canada). Nazarene News has a slight social media presence (emphasis on “slight”). Holiness Today offers good articles, but isn’t really a disseminator of news from around USA/Canada. There are probably a few other outlets of which I am unaware. Those sources are fine in what they do, but I need more good news. 

Just like the traditional news outlets, where ‘bad news sells,” social media seems to swirl around the negative. There’s bickering on all sides ad nauseam. Paul said our struggle isn’t against flesh and blood, but it sure seems like we are making it out to be. Our Enemy is the same since Eden. So why are we making it so personal against one another? (Cue: the comments about “standing for truth” or the need to “love unconditionally”). 

I’m not a Pollyanna. Bad things happen. When they do, those bad things need to be exposed. Confession, repentance, sorrow, lament and grief are legitimate responses to those bad things. They should never be swept under the rug or the bad things will keep happening. I get all of that. Still Paul said, “Rejoice in the Lord always, again I say, rejoice!” We act (and post on social media) like Paul wrote “Keep hounding on the terrible things, again I say puke it out more and more.” Can’t we rejoice a little more than we currently seem to be? Do we have to be so negative? Our brothers and sisters might differ on some issues, but they are still our brothers and sisters. There need not be a feud in the family of God.

The truth is: Good things are happening. They are happening in my corner of the world (probably in yours too). Lots of good things. A lake-full of people getting baptized last month; the grand opening of Central Park; plenty of new folks at Pastor’s Chat and a great youth fall kickoff yesterday; and a medical team leaving for Panama on Saturday (our third team to Panama this year)—good things are happening at Flint Central Church. But I want to hear about God’s working across the country too.  

Listen in an age of angst and anger, we need to hear about the power of God at work among us. We need to be encouraged. We need reports of the good things of God. I’m not a “world’s going to H-E (well, you know the rest) in a handbasket” guy. I’m convinced that God is still at work in America. I just want to hear about it more and more.

My sons and I will be at the Kansas City Chiefs vs. Detroit Lions football game tomorrow at Arrowhead Stadium in Kansas City. Alex and Ben will be wearing Chiefs’ shirts. I will be wearing the Honolulu Blue and Silver of the Detroit Lions (I have failed as a father. Two sons. Zero Lions’ fans. But I digress.). We will be at the game along with 76,416 others in the stadium. Probably 76,415 will be cheering for the Chiefs. Hopefully, there will be two or three other Lions’ fans representing the Motor City Kitties.  

If you are not a football aficionado, I will remind you that that Chiefs won the Super Bowl last year. In fact, the Chiefs have been in the AFC championship game for the last five years, and have won two Super Bowls. The Detroit Lions, on the other hand, have never been to a Super Bowl; have won exactly one playoff game in my lifetime (you read that correctly. ONE!); and despite greater expectations for upcoming season, the Lions are not predicted to win this game.

If watching the game on TV, in a sea of red jerseys, look for a guy in the nosebleed section in the north end zone wearing blue with his hands over his ears. Arrowhead Stadium has the Guinness World record for the loudest stadium, when Chiefs’ fans’ screaming one time hit 142.2 decibels. I tend to get migraines with a little extra noise in the sanctuary. It could be a long night. If ever I felt all alone in a big crowd, Thursday might be my night. 

Sometimes one can feel like you’re wearing blue in a stadium filled with red.

Recently, a church leader wrote the following on social media: “Loneliness and isolation is (sic) the result of solitude without Jesus.” I get what he was trying to say– “you are never alone with Jesus.” It’s the “Just Jesus and me on the Jericho road” theme of the old hymn. He’s not wrong about Jesus always being with us. Jesus said, “Lo, I am with you always.” Jesus meant it. Moreover, personal sin can lead us to a lonely place as we isolate ourselves from God. My problem is with the mistaken notion that loneliness is always the result of a lack of connection to Jesus. Loneliness might have nothing to do with one’s standing with Jesus. 

Biblical heroes like David, Jeremiah and Paul all had bouts of loneliness and it wasn’t the result of a lack of faith in God almighty. Feelings of loneliness can be the result of grief, friendship changes, mental health issues, singleness, chronic pain, even the lonely servant of the Lord. None of those examples are necessarily a lack of faith and to suggest otherwise, only heaps needless guilt onto the lonely sufferer.

A remedy for loneliness is rarely a simple answer. It involves some or all of the following: acknowledging one’s situation; allowing God’s word to penetrate the soul; being proactive in cultivating Christian friendships; having fellow Christians perceptive to one’s circumstance; and ultimately allowing God to be one’s provision. 

Paul words to the Corinthian church are the beginning of the remedy: 

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4

In other words, the remedy for loneliness is not “just Jesus and me on the Jericho road.” It’s Jesus and me and you and other believers too on every road of life. Rueben Welch said, “It isn’t Jesus and me, it’s Jesus and we.”* It’s being comforted by God, then passing that blessed comfort onto others. When loneliness attacks, in its finest hour, the family of God moves into action. When God’s people circle the wagons of love around an individual, loneliness’ grip begins to lessen. 

Hopefully, there will be some kind-hearted Chief’s fans sitting nearby that will have compassion on this lonely Lions’ fan too. 

*Welch, We really do need each other, p. 73. 

Last Sunday, in my sermon I spoke of how we have this life to determine our eternal accommodations. Like I often say in funerals, there are no make-up exams, no do-overs and (if you are a golfer) no mulligans.  My friend, John Faulconbridge, was in the service.

Less than 24 hours later, John had a massive heart attack; shortly after John was, like the Salvation Army would say, “promoted to Glory.” That euphemism for our passing is appropriate for my friend, John. He was a West Point graduate, a very proud veteran, and most importantly a follower of Jesus.

John’s funeral service is tomorrow at the church. His burial will be at a later time at the Oklahoma Veteran’s Cemetery. John just recently took the buy-out General Motors offered their salaried employees. He and Becky had plenty of plans for these years. He was 67 years old.

When I was younger, 67 years old seemed very far away and very old. It doesn’t now. It seems young(ish). I want to put the adverb “only” in front of the number “67.” People are supposed to live a lot longer than 67 years these days. My brother-in-law ran a marathon for his 70^th birthday. 70 is the new 50. 

Whenever someone passes away suddenly, I am shocked once more into the reality of our need to be ready. No one is guaranteed any days. We all have an expiration date, but unlike milk jugs we don’t know when that date is. My point: Be ready. This week was a familiar, yet stark reminder. 

Part of my job as pastor (or as my friend Steve Hack refers to me, “shepherd”) is to do all I can to make sure that the flock is ready for the greener pastures in Glory. It’s remembering that all who call upon the name of the Lord will be saved (Romans 10:13). We still need to accept that invitation. It’s free. It’s available to all. But we need to accept and then live into this calling of following Jesus. This sounds a little too transactional: Say a prayer; Get your fire insurance; and bingo, you’re good to go. I don’t mean it that way. Being ready is about encountering Jesus, then formed by Jesus to be a part of the mission of Jesus in the world. John lived into that Jesus calling. There may not be a West Point to be in the Lord’s Army, but John answered the call and wholeheartedly served Jesus.  

As a Shepherd/pastor, I hope to always have the same confidence about the departed loved one as I will have tomorrow when I step behind the pulpit to officiate John’s funeral. He loved Jesus and wanted to serve Him. John was ready for his unknown and unexpected expiration date. I hope you are too.

40 years ago (has it been 40 years? Yikes!), when I was a summer intern from Olivet Nazarene University at the Alanson Church of the Nazarene in Northern Michigan, Pastor John Carr, told me, “You’ve got to play with them to pray with them.” He meant that a pastor (or any believer) has to earn the right (via showing that one cares) before people will trust you to talk to them about spiritual matters.

He was right, of course. He’s more right now. (Can one be “more right”?). There may have been a time when cold calling on people by knocking on their front door; spewing out the Four Spiritual Laws or the Romans Road or some other evangelism plan; led to people trusting in Jesus. It might have worked then, not now. Knock on a stranger’s door these days, and you might be greeted with a Glock 44 instead of a crock of honey and crackers. 

These days you need to “play” with them first.

This was proven last Friday as we opened Central Park. Our neighbors nearly outnumbered Central folks with the arrival of the first official day of the park. Kids were sliding on the slides; swinging on the swings; and seeing how fast the merry-go-round could move. Several of the parents talked to me about our church; thanked us for building the park and talked about their intention to “try the church out.” 

You’ve got to play with them (literally). I told one neighbor one of our key commitments at Central Church is “to be the best neighbor.” His response, “You are!” Of course, that’s what we want to hear. 

It’s not 1990. In 2023, people want to know you care. They are more suspicious than ever. Many have been hurt before in their religious experiences. They have seen and heard of too many faith based organizations that have broken the trust of those they were so-called serving. The news of Christians is not always positive. 

The way to combat such thinking is to show folks a deeply religious experience can be different. Caring for the spirit, soul and body seems like a positively wonderful Christian thing to do. Paul wrote (in the verse all good Nazarene’s have memorized): May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Thessalonians 5:23). 

That’s exactly what Central Park is hoping to accomplish! Through our efforts to care for the spirit, soul and bodies of our neighbors, we will have opportunity to share with them the sanctifying and peace infusing work of God!

Every year, since my Bad Axe preaching early years, I get away for four or five days for reading, research and prayer as I plan out the following year’s sermon calendar. I have found that I need a map for my upcoming preaching calendar to be balanced and well thought; and I need to seek the Lord and study to accomplish that goal.

I take this responsibility extremely serious. I believe Paul was writing to me (along with Timothy) when he wrote: Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction. (2 Timothy 4:2). Paul’s instruction to Titus applies to my pastoral responsibility too: Our people must learn to devote themselves to doing what is good, in order to provide for urgent needs and not live unproductive lives (Titus 3:14). Moreover, I hope to accomplish what Solomon spoke of in Proverbs 9: Instruct the wise and they will be wiser still; teach the righteous and they will add to their learning (Proverbs 9:9). 

Here’s your pastoring 101 lesson: Preaching isn’t easy in the 20^th century. I suppose that’s why so many pastors are throwing in the towel, and why young women and men aren’t heeding the call as eagerly as they once were. It’s hard. People are more fearful, angry and can be downright mean. The divisiveness in our country is rampant (election years are the worst, by the way). Sometimes it seeps into the church. People often want their way, their message, and their agenda preached. Paul’s stand in Galatians 1:10 is mine too. He wrote: Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ. In the end, the preacher is responsible for what is proclaimed from the platform. Andy Stanley correctly stated, “The cross is our invitation to live for the approval of One, not everyone.” Jesus must be preached and He is to whom preachers must answer. 

I’m thankful for the time to get away and listen to the Lord. I’m looking forward to a great year of preaching in 2024!

“Everything rises and falls with discipleship,” I wrote in response to John Maxwell’s old teaching that “Everything rises and falls with leadership.” Making disciples is what Jesus calls us to do (See Matthew 28:20) — not build churches, platforms, big budgets or ministries. Make Disciples. Period. But that doesn’t mean, John Maxwell was totally wrong. Leadership does matter. We need disciple making leaders. To that end, I have created a new term “Discipleaders.” The word placement is important. It’s not leaders making disciples, but disciple-makers with leadership qualities is the need for the 21st century. 

What does a Discipleader look like?

A Discipleader is a person first committed to growing spiritually themselves. You can’t teach what you “ain’t” got. Discipleaders are seeking God for themselves, then teach from the overflow. As such, a Discipleader is prayerful, in the Word, a seeker holiness in heart and life and generous. 

A Discipleader is on the lookout for those who also want to grow in the Lord. Young Christians need to be invited to be mentored and discipled. Not all are ready, not all have the desire. Discipleaders are looking for those longing to be taught the ways of Jesus.

A Discipleader is patient. By definition new believers are not immersed in the ways of Christ. They potentially make mistakes, fail, and sin. A discipleader doesn’t quit on people very easily. Discipleaders are persistent.

A Discipleader is humble. It’s learning from the initial, rookie discipleaders, as Jesus reminded them, “Anyone who wants to be first must be the very last, and the servant of all” (Mark 9:35).

A Discipleader is relevant. They are moldable. They are not static but look for new ways to teach age old truths. Not always will the disciples-in-training be younger than the discipleader, but frequently they will be. A discipleleader must stay somewhat current (admittedly, I am a fuddy-duddy, and my use of the word “fuddy-duddy” proves it). 

A Discipleader can communicate truth in love. It’s the “John 1:14 Model.” Jesus was full of grace and full of truth. Truth means I’m going to be honest no matter what. Grace means I’m going to love you no matter what. 

A Discipleader duplicates her/himself. A church with one discipleader may grow a little. A church full of discipleleaders will grow exponentially. 

A Discipleader cares about one number and it has nothing to do with attendance and budgets (Jesus didn’t tell us to get hung up on those things). Its baptisms. Discipleaders are baptizing folks and then following up with a discipleship path that leads to more discipleaders.

Are you a Discipleader?

Forgive my nautical lingo (I just returned from an Alaskan Cruise), but have Christians in America missed the boat?  Not “missed the boat” regarding heretical tangents (although a case could be made that in some corners of “evangelicalism” – even the name itself—has turned heretical). Have we blown off-course (again the nautical language) regarding our main emphasis?  

It was John Maxwell, the leadership guru of the 80’s and 90’s, who famously said, “Everything rises and falls on leadership.”  Maxwell made the point to thousands of pastors and church leaders (and made himself wealthy) by touting this message in multiple books and even more conferences. But was he right? Is leadership the determining factor for the rise or fall of the church and in effect Christianity in USA/Canada?

From the title of this blog, you can probably guess my response. The rise and fall of the church in the last century was determined not by leadership, but by another “ship”: Disciple-ship. Sadly, that “ship” hit the icebergs of consumerism, church growth strategies and, not a little bit of pride and arrogance. 

Jesus gave us our sailing orders. He commissioned the church (see Matthew 28:20) to make disciples. Not make leaders. Not build churches. Not even to “make” Christians (that’s His territory). Our mission is to make disciples. We are to teach people to obey all the things of Christ and to baptized them in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. That’s it. 

Name your pet peeve about the modern church: Too Materialistic? Too Nationalistic? Too Political? Too Misogynistic? Too Racist? Not Biblical enough? Not committed. Not loyal. Not caring or compassionate? Bottom line: Not Christ-like.

All of those ills are remedied not by leadership alone, but by discipleship. We haven’t taught people how to be disciples of Jesus Christ. We have (you guessed it) missed the boat.

The big question: Is it too late to get on board the disciple-ship? With Christ as the Commander-in-Chief (see what I did there), it’s never too late. The church must take an inventory and recognize its current reality. We have done an extremely poor job in discipling people. If nothing else, Covid exposed this. The massive decline in church attendance; lukewarm churches; those feeling the need to “deconstruct” their faith; the disconnect many experience in the church; young adults leaving and not returning to church; pastors quitting at a record pace; the politicization of the church (and many other ills) are not the result of poor leadership (although admittedly we’ve had poor leadership too), but the result of leaders not emphasizing discipleship.

Years ago, Willow Creek church did a study of their people and determined that their church was a mile wide and a millimeter deep. Seeker sensitive worship experience built a crowd, but not many disciples. (Reminder: Jesus didn’t commission us to build a crowd). The church in America has the same malaise—seeker sensitive or not. The ship is sinking because we didn’t follow the orders. We built crowds, churches, programs and platforms—just not many disciples.

What’s needed? A return to the basics. Emphasis on the age old Christian practices: Prayer, Bible reading/teaching, fasting, and the fellowship of the believers (see Acts 2:42). It’s confessing we’ve blown it (not a difficult assessment given our current reality) and praying that the ship hasn’t already sailed– leaving us high and dry. 

The Christian fleet needs Leader-ship, Fellow-ship, Partner-ship, Friend-ship, Steward-ship and Wor-ship but without the flagship of Disciple-ship, we’re sunk. 

Following the hail storm in Davison last week, apparently, there was a roof leak unbeknownst to Dr. Steve and Marilyn Anthony (former District Superintendent on the Eastern Michigan District). They woke up Saturday morning to a laundry room full of a caved-in ceiling. The repair/restoration crew took out more ceiling yesterday. 

File this under: What a bummer. Thankfully, son-in-law, Ryan and other friends helped them and the mess was cleaned up. A roofing company has already patched the holes and inside repairs will be forthcoming. 

Why share the Anthony’s woes?

There are plenty of Christians who think the sky is falling too and I’m not talking about storm damage. They watch their news channel choice and doom and gloom follow. I’m not a marketing guy, but if the TV networks are the indicator, bad news sells. Convince the audience that trouble is coming, viewership rises. During Covid it was the nightly count of deaths and hospitalizations. If a storm is a remote possibility, it’s nonstop coverage. As the heatwave continues in the southwest, we are led to believe the earth will self-destruct in five seconds. With election season coming, more mud will be slung in 30-second advertisements than at a tractor pull competition. Ugh!

We Christians are not ignorant of troubled times. We need not put our heads in the sand, but neither should we think the sky is falling. Christians know the score: Jesus wins. The gospel is the GOOD NEWS. We need to be GOOD NEWS people. The Bible tells us 365 times (a curious number) to not fear. Which may have led the Apostle Paul to write from a Roman prison (arguably a very fearful place) Romans 15:13: May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Can one be filled with joy and peace and overflow with a hope powered by the Holy Spirit AND think the sky is falling every time they watch the news or listen to their favorite talk show host?  I don’t know how. Christians, we are to be ambassadors of the Good News of Jesus Christ not be of the Order of the Perpetually Pessimistic, Pickle-sucking, Poo-poo-ers of anything Praiseworthy and Positive (I just made up that “order” but I’ve known several people who are over-qualified be president of the group).

Are there problems in the world? Sure. Should we work to solve them? Of course. Can we join in the many voices from all political spectrums and stations of life bemoaning everything in the world?  Why would we want to do that?  

You might clean up a mess every now and then (aka… Pastor Steve and Marilyn’s laundry room) but even that should not rob us of our joy. In another letter from prison Paul wrote:  Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice. (Philippians 4:4) The sky isn’t falling when the Son (see what I did there?) has risen! Rejoice, my brothers and sisters, REJOICE! 

In Central Church’s generosity initiative, IMAGINE, one of the phrases used when talking about building Central Park (but really the whole point of the generosity endeavor) was “we are planting trees we will not climb.” It was another way of saying, “We are sacrificially giving today so the church of tomorrow will be strong.” 

Maybe we are “Planting trees we will not climb,” but there are “slides I will go down.”  

The snail-like playground installers are constructing the Central Park play-scape (one of our IMAGINE priorities). They started in September of 2021 (No, they started a week and a half ago—it only seems like 2021). Each day I drive by to see the progress and every time I think, “I coulda swore (of course I don’t swear) that I saw workers yesterday.” When you are talking about playground safety, we want the installers to take their time and do it right. I shouldn’t make fun.

Assuming they get the project done before I retire (in 2028 or so), I can’t wait to go down the slide. It won’t be the maiden voyage down the slide. Some neighborhood kids will do that when they should be in bed with sugar plumbs dancing in their heads– that’s Christmas lingo, but, at the current rate, the playground construction may still be ongoing in December (making more fun of the slow progress. Sorry). 

To be fair, the very able construction crew informed us that it would look like nothing is getting done as they were pouring cement and prepping the area. It takes time to build a quality play-scape. A 10AM “Start time” and three-hour lunch “hour” may also play a role (I can’t help myself).

Be that as it may, I look forward to going down the slide. As I do, I’ll be IMAGING a future of boys and girls from our church; the Boys & Girls Club of Flint that use our facility; the children from the Fenton Lawn School across from the park; and the kids from the neighborhood swinging, sliding and having fun in Central Park. I hope moms bring their kids. I hope those children with handicaps (yes, there will be some handicap accessible areas) will likewise have fun. I hope the old, barely used softball field, will now be a center of activity. 

Jesus would go to the areas where the people were congregating. He would teach, heal and bless. My prayer is Central Park is a similar place. A place filled with laughter and joy! Church and community gathering together—I can’t wait. You can be sure, I will squeal a loud “Yipppeeeee,” as I zip down the slide. I look forward to seeing all of God’s children doing the same! Remember it was Jesus who said, “Let the children come to me, and do not forbid them” (Matthew 19:14). I hope Central Park embodies that sentiment. 

Now, get out of my way, I might go try out a not-yet-completed slide! As all good Nazarenes are aware: Only feet first sliding– no backsliding!

The argument can be made that the Church of the Nazarene was born out of campmeetings in the 19^th century, yet more and more we seem to be getting out of the campmeeting business. Camps have been sold and campmeetings are not as popular as they once were in many (not all) corners. 

Some district superintendents can’t wait to put the nail in the coffin of their campgrounds. I get it. Campgrounds can be a major headache for those in leadership. Insurance companies don’t like campgrounds. There is a liability around every tree and body of water. They can be expensive. A worry. A bother. I get all of that. 

Campmeetings are still worth it.

This isn’t the pining of an old guy remembering the good ol’ days (well maybe there is a bit of that). 

I had a few “firsts” at Water’s Edge Camp on the Eastern Michigan District (it was just called “the campgrounds,” back in the day). The first time I held a girl’s hand that wasn’t my mom or sister. (I ended up throwing that girl in the lake). The first time a girl “broke up” with me (Throwing her in the lake may or may not have played a role her decision). My first job that wasn’t mowing a neighbor’s lawn (I washed dishes in the kitchen) and my first real pay check. All of these things happened on those grounds.

Much more importantly, on those sacred grounds I was baptized in the “girls’” lake. Boys and girls swam in different lakes in those days. FYI, the “girls’” lake was not a great lake. Lots of weeds. No cool dock like the “boys’” lake. There were rusty swing sets nearby. Hand-me-downs from someplace, no doubt. Clearly, “gender equality” was not a discussion in those days. 

I felt called to full time ministry on those grounds also by the girls’ lake. It was at an all teen “afterglow” campfire in which the only teens in attendance were the soon-to-be-seventh graders who didn’t know the “all-teen afterglow” wasn’t a cool thing to attend. Upperclassmen didn’t show up that night, but God did. It was on that evening that I first sensed a call to a life of full time ministry. Those were the biggie events for me, but there were plenty of other times of drawing near to the Lord on those grounds too.   

Times have changed since I was tooling around the campgrounds on my black, banana seat bike-o-saurus. What hasn’t changed is that Water’s Edge is still holy ground. It’s family camp week. Be in prayer for Dr. Scott Daniels and Dr. David Busic (Have two current General Superintendents ever been on the same campmeeting docket at any camp before this week?). Dr. Tim Gaines is the morning Bible teacher (again not too shabby).

Pray for all the happenings at this week’s family camp. People still encounter God on that campground. I’m glad the Eastern Michigan District still values what happens on Burkhart Road in Cohoctah Township. God will be there. Speaking. Moving. Saving. Sanctifying. Calling.

Big news recently came out of P&B office in Lenexa and my response is six words: “Thank you! Thank You! Thank You!!”

To say that the Church of the Nazarene’s old, old retirement plan was a joke—would be a laughable understatement if it weren’t so true. Those in the old retirement plan barely get enough to buy a daily cup of coffee. I pastored several years under the old plan, but not long enough to be “grandfathered” into it. I get zippo for those years of service. Yippee! (Please read that “Yippee” sarcastically). One Nazarene retiree told me of his whopping $133.93/a month payout. Another retired pastor told me he receives $283 monthly for 36 years of service. Yippee (please read that “Yippee” sarcastically too). 

Most of pastors in the Church of the Nazarene are in the current 403(b) plan which gives a whopping max payment from the denomination of $450 (that’s if the church paid its budgets and pastor contributed $250 of their money). When I tell people this news, usually they say, “the church puts $450 into your retirement account each month? Not bad.” 

“No. Each year.” 

Generally, the follow-up response is “Ugh… glad I’m not a pastor in the Church of the Nazarene.”

But that’s changing. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. (You can read the article detailing the new plan by Kevin Gilmore, the director of Pensions and Benefits, here).

Beginning in 2024, the new max payout is $2500 a year (that’s a 50% match of the “local” contribution. The “local contribution” is pastor’s and church’s contribution combined). This is HUGE—especially for young pastors. It will help old timers like me in these final years as we head into the home stretch of retirement. But for young pastors in their 20s, 30s and even 40s, it’s a really big change and can make a big difference in their retirement planning. 

Here’s how it works if the “local” contribution is $5000: For example, if the church contributes $2500 and the pastor contributes $2500, then the denomination tosses in $2500. So the pastor’s $2500 investment in their retirement, turns into a $7500 contribution. Over the course of 36 years of service to the church, the pastor will be far, far ahead of my friend who receives $283 a month. Yippee (that “yippee” is for real!).

It’s a no brainer. Pastors, churches and the denomination in cooperation can now make a meaningful effort to prepare for the pastor’s retirement. I hope each church looks into how they might supplement their pastor’s retirement and that every pastor also contributes to take advantage of this new change.

The only string attached is for local churches to pay their P&B budget. Even this is an improvement. The P&B office will look at a five-year average, in case a church has an off year and is unable to pay in full the P&B budget. Also there is no string attached to payment of the church’s educational budget. The new plan is simpler, more generous and hopefully will not leave our Nazarene retirees living below the poverty line. 

Again to Kevin Gilmore, the P&B staff, the General Superintendents or to whomever made this decision: Thank you! Thank you! Thank You!

Conversation #1: Yesterday, I met a couple who have come to Central Church a few times. They made a point to meet me. With their Exodus journals in hand, they told me they love Central Church and love our emphasis on the Bible. They said, “You don’t know how many churches just don’t talk about the Bible these days.”  

Conversation #2: Just prior to that discussion, I met a first-time guest. I asked her what made her come to Central Church and she said, “I heard this church really loves the community and I wanted to come and check you out for myself.”  

Conversation #3: A long time member said to me concerning our upcoming 24/7 Prayer week (someone in the building praying for the entire 168 hours from August 6-13): “Pastor, I’m so glad we are a praying church.” 

I love it!  

A commitment to scripture and to our neighbors draws people. A commitment to prayer keeps people.

People want to be in a church that preaches the Bible and loves their community. In too many churches, it’s either one or the other. Churches that attempt to love their neighbors too often aren’t preaching the Bible; or churches that are preaching the Bible, too often aren’t doing a great job in loving their neighbors. The two aren’t mutually exclusive. It’s just the opposite. The Bible calls us to love our neighbors. The more we emphasize “both/and” and not “either/or” the more compelling Central Church will be.

Moreover, prayer is over all. A deep commitment to prayer is what people are longing for even if they initially can’t articulate it. Community outreach and Biblical teaching might get them through the door. A deepening of their prayer life and connection to Jesus is what keeps them. (Edited to read: this is an over-simplification, of course. Discipleship, fellowship, worship are all factors in keeping people, but all of those endeavors must be bathed in prayer and flow from a church’s commitment to prayer). 

Conclusion: Old church growth models emphasizing attraction events, being seeker sensitive, developing homogeneous units, blah, blah, blah don’t work in the 2020’s. It’s a commitment to prayer, sound Biblical teaching and loving one’s community that draws and keeps people. 

Five months ago today, our friend, Lisa Faulkner, who had come to stay in our home, celebrated her 58^th birthday. Four months ago today, she changed addresses from our place in Grand Blanc to a heavenly mansion. Clearly, she got an upgrade. Even writing those words, while sitting at my kitchen table, and drinking out of a mug that had been Lisa’s, seems surreal. (Shameless plug: You can read about our journey here). Has four months already passed since Lisa went to heaven?

Karla and I had never invited someone to live with us (and might never do it again). But we’ve always viewed out house as “God’s house.” Our name might be on the deed but we want our house to be used by the Lord (well, technically, the mortgage company owns more of this ol’ house than we do, but you know what I mean). To that end, we have various church parties at our house. Our former home group (that was disbanded when Lisa got really bad) is having a cookout/potluck tonight in our backyard (30-something people); last week it was the last Panama team (12 people); and next week it will be the church board, pastors and their spouses having dinner here (50 people). Our house isn’t our house, it’s the Lord’s. 

Too often, we think of stewardship as money. Jesus gets 10% and we get 90%. But good stewardship involves more than my bank account. Jesus owns everything. My money. My things. My time. My gifts. Everything.

The prophet Micah talks of the windows of heaven being opened when we tithe. He is talking about being blessed when we are faithful. Name-it-claim-it preachers have taken that to mean that bundles of money will be thrown your way if you pass the tithing test. I haven’t seen that happen, but what I have seen is better than money, at least in Lisa’s case.

Here’s the rest of Lisa’s story: Lisa moved in with us in November of 2021, she died four months ago as stated above. Prior to that, Lisa’s brother, Tim, had been to church a handful of times, but not the rest of her family. I had never met them. If you knew Lisa, her prayer was that her family would come to know Jesus. That was it. That was her greatest desire. 

In Lisa’s closing days, we got to know Tim and his wife, Sally. They came to our house (God’s house). We ate meals together. We sang around Lisa’s bed together. We became friends. Lisa and the Lord brought us together and today (praise the Lord!!!) they are in church nearly every Sunday. Lisa’s nephew and other others family members are too. It’s no small drive to come to church (they live in Vassar). But nearly every week, our friend Lisa’s answered prayers comes walking through the church doors. The windows of heaven have been opened. The blessings aren’t bundles of money, it’s Lisa’s family. 

Our house is God’s house. Karla is praying that God sends hail storm to “His” house. it needs a new roof. I don’t think that’s the way it works, but God does bless in exciting ways when He is the owner, and we are the stewards of all that we have. Lisa’s family is the living proof!

With apologies to Scott Daniels, Brian Zahnd and Walter Brueggemann (all who have written on the western Christian experience in the 21^st century with the Israelite Babylonian captivity period in the 6^th century BC), I am wondering if our experience is more like the children of Israel in the Exodus story. We aren’t strangers in a foreign land, instead we are quite comfortable and view life through a cultural lens of things foreign to God. Caution: whenever you begin a paragraph “with apologies” to the above theological heavy weights, you are probably in dangerous territory. 

It’s not totally my idea. The more I get into the Book of Exodus, the more I’ve been thinking about this (the Flint Central congregation is going through the book of Exodus this summer). Additionally, I was at a workshop where Olivet Nazarene University professor, Jeff Stark, threw this notion out to the group. I had to leave half way through the seminar, so please don’t blame Jeff for the rest of these thoughts. But his introduction further cultivated my imagination: Are we more like the Jews fresh out of Egypt? 

Maybe we are.

In 1607, Englishmen arrived in Jamestown. Likewise, the Jews were in Egypt for 430 years. Both USA citizens and the Israelites coming out of Egypt had been heavily influenced by the prevailing culture for 400 years. I’ve told our congregation several times, it was harder getting Egypt out of the people than getting the children of Israel out of Egypt (you will recall– It wasn’t easy getting the former slaves out of Egypt. It took ten plagues and a miraculous crossing of the Red Sea). Then 40 years later, on a journey that should have taken 11 days, the people were ready to enter the Promised Land. It took forty years of wandering in the wilderness to exorcise the Egyptian culture out of the people (a case could be made that the way of the Egyptians was never fully exorcised from them). Sometimes I wonder if we will ever escape the cultural influences upon us.

Our culture is diverse but strong. A drift away from God, regardless of one’s cultural influences, is seen in how one interprets Micah’s understanding of what God requires of people: “To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God” (Micah 6:8). On the one hand there are those who think (but might not say): “Justice? Yes, but not social justice—that’s socialism; Mercy? Sure, but that only goes so far; Humble? Of course, but my way of thinking is the only way.” On the other hand, are those who think (but might not say): “God requires? The only thing that is “required” is love. There’s no need to “Act” (justly or otherwise) or “Walk” (humbly or otherwise), just love. Love. Love. Love. Period. End of Story. No condemnation. No judgement. No anything. Just “love” (mercy or otherwise).” 

I want to say, “Ugh…” to both sides of that misguided coin.

Moreover, too often people today, like the folks in Exodus, are constantly complaining; wanting to go back to their old ways (even though that was slavery); grumbling against leadership (is this the grumbliest generation ever?); looking for other gods at the first sign of God’s silence; and are mostly a mess. But mostly like the people coming out of Egypt, we have miles to go to move away from the heavy cultural forces upon us. Keeping God front and CENTER was the way then and it’s the way now. The Israelites had trouble doing that, it seems we do too. 

Our Central Church students are at NYC today. Not New York City. Nazarene Youth Conference. It’s in Tampa. Tampa in January is great. Tampa in July? Think: Sauna. Don’t believe people who say, “It’s not the heat; it’s the humidity.” It’s the heat AND the humidity. In spite feeling like they’ve been hit in the face by a wet blanket fresh out of the oven, our 45 students and five adults are part of a gathering of 10,000 students from across USA and Canada in steamy Tampa.

NYC is an every four year conference (although the next one will be in three years), where youth gather for worship services, Christian concerts and lots of fun.  My son, Alex, went to NYC in St. Louis in 2007 and Ben went to NYC in 2011 in Louisville (Ben went back to NYC in Louisville in 2015 when he worked the summer with non-profit Forge Flint). It’s a great event. One could argue, it’s the best thing that the Church of the Nazarene does.

Imagine with me (maybe “Pray with me” is the more correct phrase, but I’ll stick with “Imagine”). Imagine if God Almighty came in such a powerful way that those 10,000 NYC students were forever changed. Now (keep imagining) those 10,000 students then went home. On fire, not because of Tampa’s heat wave, but because of an unforgettable encounter with Jesus. Changed. Empowered. Infused with the Holy Spirit. Some of those students live in homes that are already on fire for Jesus. Great. An on-fire-for-Jesus student returns home and makes a great family even better. But some of those students are from homes that are filled with dysfunction and brokenness. Do you think God could use an on-fire, Holy Spirit empowered teenager in that circumstance? I do. Paul would agree. That’s why he wrote Timothy these words: “Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity.” (1 Timothy 4:12). 

Imagine (are you still imagining?) those NYC students come home and do just that… set an example for the rest of us. Whether we are living for Jesus or not. They come home and set the example in all areas of life (Paul left nothing out on the above list). 10,000 students leading the charge, setting an example and making a difference could have a powerful effect not just upon the churches and homes to which they return, but upon our world.

Here’s what I mean: If 10,000 NYC students came home and splashed (not the sweat from steaming Tampa, but the Holy Spirit’s fervor) on just 4 people, now we were at 50,000 people influenced for Jesus. Imagine (don’t stop imagining now, we’re just getting to the fun part) if those 50,000 people splashed on four people, now we are at 200,000 people. You get where I am heading, don’t you? Splash. Splash. Splash. Splash and our country (and Canada too) would be reached for Christ. I am imaging that… no, I’m praying for that eventuality. The theme of NYC 2023 is Overflow. I hope, imagine and pray that the outpouring of the Holy Spirit overflows from our students, and onto our church and onto me. 

Old people like me tend to watch too much news; hear too many bad reports; believe too many tales of the world going down the tubes. But if 10,000 NYC students returned to their cities, schools and churches filled with the Holy Spirit and leading by example—only God knows the impact they can have. I’m praying for NYC 2023. I’m praying that it doesn’t stop in Tampa, but rather the Spirit’s moving ‘overflows” and splashes onto us too!

Just imagine what God could do!

File the following phrase under “Words Not Found in the Bible”:
“And Jesus fought with the Pharisees…”

Neither does it say, “Jesus brawled with the Herodians” or “Jesus attacked the Roman occupiers.” Jesus clearly had stark differences with each of those groups, but the Bible doesn’t record shouting matches or dust ups. Never, not even once, does it say that Jesus quarreled with the disciples (sometimes the disciples argued among themselves). Never does he tell one of his disciples, “Sorry, I guess we can’t be friends anymore.”

When discussing the Lord’s holy anger, people like to point out Jesus’ confrontation with the moneychangers at the temple. He flipped some tables, scattered their ill-gotten gains and even made a whip. The Bible doesn’t say he used the whip on somebody. Apparently, no one went to the emergency room. He was making point to those clearly outside the bounds of godliness. They were religious profiteers preying on those who could least afford it. Even as he is chasing the money changers out, there is no recorded argument. No physical confrontation.

A case could be made, if ever there was a time to fight this was at his arrest. Probably Peter would have agreed and was the reason why he brought his sword. Still Jesus said “My kingdom is not of this world. If it were, my servants would fight to prevent my arrest by the Jewish leaders. But now my kingdom is from another place.” (John 18:36). The Kingdom of God isn’t about fighting. It’s a new way forward without violence, but also without character assignations, without snide comments, without gossip, without “taking sides” and without “the silent treatment.” The Kingdom of God is not middle school (with apologies to all the great middle schoolers out there). 

Paul sums up the needed posture for leaders in 2 Timothy: “the Lord’s servant must not be quarrelsome but must be kind to everyone” (2 Timothy 2:24). In case, you are wondering 2 Timothy 2:25 does not say, “unless they disagree with you.” It simply says, “be kind to everyone.” Period. End of discussion. 

Christians will not always agree on every theological nuance. We will not always agree on the best steps forward in building the kingdom. Two Christians can disagree on the plenty of non-essentials. Through it all, it would do us well to remember who our Enemy is. It’s not our fellow believers. It’s not the church down the road. It’s not the ones to the slightly right or left of us. Our Enemy is the Father of Lies. Our Example, on the other hand, is the Prince of Peace who calls us to be peacemakers, to be kind, to get along with everyone, and, in so doing, advance His Kingdom. 

As many know, last year I authored a book Got Cancer? There’s Hope (Shameless plug #1: you can get it here). In 2014, I authored a book Chronic Pain (Shameless plug #2: you can get it here). In Got Cancer? I had a chapter titled ‘Cancer Sucks.” My mom wouldn’t have been happy with the title, because it used the “S” word, but it’s true, cancer sucks the life out of you. Chronic pain can too, even if there is no chapter with that title. 

Since a subarachnoid hemorrhage in 2007, I deal with Chronic Pain on a daily basis. Lately, I’ve been in a rather significant migraine cycle (don’t ask me what I preached Sunday, I honestly don’t remember much). So my neurologist’s favorite patient showed up in his office yesterday (I’m not sure I’m his favorite, but I’m pretty sure his accountant loves me). An office procedure, MRI appointment, neurosurgeon appointment (minor outpatient consult); new round of prescriptions (one my insurance company has to preapprove because it’s about a $100 bucks a pop)—and I was walking out the door.

Feeling a tad sorry for myself, I stopped off at a Rally House and bought a Tigers T-shirt. Psst… don’t tell Karla, but I bought a Lions T-shirt too. Two shirts later I was still feeling a little bummed. Things can’t restore joy. But they are sweet shirts. 

Then the Lord brought to mind a Bible verse (probably not any of the verses you’d imagine I’d be thinking in moment). It’s John 10:10, where Jesus says: The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.

“Name-it-claim-it” TV preachers have used this verse to say that Jesus wants you to have a life full of riches and wonderful things. Banks accounts full of money. Houses full of expensive items. Closets of full of designer clothes. And no pain– cancer, chronic or otherwise.

But is that truly what Jesus meant? Is “life to the full” all about possessions, money and skating though life without pain?  Remember when Jesus died his only possession was a robe that the soldiers gambled over. That was it. One robe. Not a closet full of robes. Not even a sweet Tigers’ shirt. Oh, and don’t forget, and in that moment, he was dying on a cross—a particularly painful experience. Yet, I don’t think anyone would claim Jesus didn’t live a full life.

Sometimes “full lives” means navigating life full of joys and sorrow. I have had way, way, way more joys than sorrows. You have too (is my guess). One of the Enemy’s biggest lies is to get one to forget their joys and amplify their sorrows. He wants to steal our peace. Kill our hope. Destroy our dreams. Can I admit—that was happening to me a bit yesterday?  

The Jesus life isn’t always easy (read: migraines for me; something else for you); the Jesus life doesn’t mean we won’t have troubles (Jesus said we would. See John 16:33). The good news in the midst of these issues is that Jesus is with us (see Matthew 28:20). A full life is not free of problems. A full life is full of Jesus through any trials and joys that come our way.

Jesus reminded me of this good news on my way back from Ann Arbor. I would be OK. But I He also gave me permission to sit out the song times at Vacation Bible Camp this week. It tends to be a little loud in the family center these nights and that tends to make my noggin a little grumpy. 

P.S. If the VBC kids raise $1000 for School Supplies at Dillon Elementary school by tonight (they were at $580 last night), I get a pie in my face. No, I will not be wearing my new Tigers or Lions’ shirt for this event. Anyone got a MSU Sparty shirt I can borrow?

Rules First. Legalists stress holiness over grace. This brand of “holiness” looks a lot like the first century Pharisees with plenty of variations and expressions. It is a “holiness” based on fear and control. A “holiness” governed by guidelines, rules and measuring sticks. When holiness can be measured by the number of rules kept, it’s no longer holiness. It’s legalism. Most generally pride and haughtiness are the ugly underbelly to this brand of pseudo-holiness. Typically, like the Pharisees version in the first century, any who do not abide or “partner” with their version of “holiness” are labeled as heretics, outcasts and/or reprobates. It’s the classical example of one noticing the specks in other’s eyes without seeing the plank in their own. 

Liberty First. The Irreligious (maybe better stated the “sort-of-religious, or the religious wanna-bes, or the have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too religious) stress freedom over holiness. Anything goes. Holiness is not the goal. Liberty is the highest virtue. An in-all-things liberty rule of life leads to an outcome that is far from holiness. If “sanctify” means to be “set apart,” this brand of “holiness” sees nothing from which one needs to be set apart. Each person decides upon their own path. Every road can be good.  All who do not hold to a version of “liberty that leads to godliness” are accused of preaching a vengeful or angry God. There is no need for a God of judgment because there is nothing to judge. All things are good (with the possible exception – ironically– of those that would be judgmental toward the Liberty First crowd).

Jesus First. True Christianity stresses freedom through grace that leads to holiness.  Holiness is the goal. It is not devoid of freedom. It’s just the opposite, this brand of holiness is a fully-realized freedom that embarks on the path toward Christ-likeness. It’s not freedom for freedom sake (see Example #2); nor freedom to follow a list of pre-determined rules (see Example #1), but freedom that leads to self-surrender. It’s an overwhelming desire to be more and more like Jesus. Freedom brought by grace. Fed through grace. Covered in grace. Filled with grace. It’s a Jesus wrought freedom that leads to holiness, according to St. Paul.

But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life. Romans 6:22

Seriously, did anything change because of the 2023 General Assembly?
Time will tell.

We have a couple of new General Superintendents.  

We traded in David Graves for Scott Daniels and Eugenio Duarte for Christian Sarmiento. 
We traded a former college church pastor (Olathe) for another former college church pastor (Nampa). 
We traded a former regional director (Africa) for another former regional director (South America).
Are those good trades?  We’ll see. Probably the two newbies will bring in some strengths, just as we may miss some strengths from the our recently retired duo. 

We didn’t mess with the Articles of Faith. 
We changed the wording of the Covenant of Christian Conduct, but didn’t change the content much.
We left the paragraph regarding human sexuality mostly alone.
We added a somewhat bland statement regarding gender identity.
We spent far more time than I ever could have imagined questioning if the gifts of tongues/prayer language are a part of the sanctified life (Wait! What?).

We suggested five year sabbaticals instead of seven.
We left the gathering for General Assembly at four years instead of five (no matter the cost).
We referred a few things for the GSs to study—Capital Punishment; an Article of Faith regarding the theology of humankind (or something like that), and few other things too.

We passed some manual minutia that probably no one will notice or care.
We spent a lot of time talking (and thereby slowing down the election process) about how we might speed up the election process along. Ironic but true. 

It might have been the first General Assembly that was hammered by social media. Rumors and gossip that used to be shared over coffee were being spread over the internet. Of course, gossip is wrong no matter the venue. I think some holiness folks forgot that truth. 

It seems that in spite of the unifying message that “Jesus is Lord,” there was more disunity than ever before. Maybe it was just me. Maybe it wasn’t that way for everyone. 

The General Assembly math equation seemed to be: 
division was present (American Holiness vs. Wesleyanism; USA/Canada vs. International)
(which might explain the subtraction in USA/Canada), 
and might also explain why some the frustration in the international delegates multiplied. 

But was anything added?

We were together once again. Whew, that was a long six years!
The worship and preaching were good. That was an addition.
I saw many friends. Many encouraged me on one front or another. That was also good.

There were a few folks that apparently didn’t like some of my blogs (true confession: I don’t always like some of my blogs.). Some of these dear ones expressed their displeasure with yours truly. Umm… maybe that’s why there’s not a faction within the church named “holiness friendship “or “holiness fellowship” or “holiness charity-ship” or “holiness just-don’t-act-like-a-goober-ship.” “Partnership” means different things to different people apparently. 

Did anything change?

Bottom line: Not a lot changed in the manual. But our world is changing. I hope the church and our leadership can travel through the upcoming storms with grace and truth. I pray that the path to the middle road returns. I pray that wherever we gather (outside USA/Canada?) in 2027 that the all-too-elusive unity returns. General Assembly 2023 served as a reminder to pray for the Church of the Nazarene—her leaders and her people (even those who said the disparaging things and spread the vicious rumors—maybe especially them) that we will conform more and more to the likeness of Jesus!

Having a five-hour drive back to the state shaped like a Mitten, I was able to think about the 30th Nazarene General Assembly.  I found that #GANaz23 was like…

A Family reunion.  I mean a real family reunion— not a sappy idealization of a family reunion, but the good, bad, and ugly family reunion. You know what I mean. There are those in the family to whom you want to give a hug and not let go, and there are others where it could easily turn into “Hatfield-and-McCoys” encounter (in a loving, Christ-like way, of course). At this family reunion, there are those who talk way too much, and those you’d wish talked more. All shapes and sizes and colors. Some wore interesting clothes (I saw one lady who had the Nazarene logo all over her dress). Still looking across the room filled with scholars and goofballs and everyone in between I thought: “These are my people and I love them!” 

A little like Heaven. Whenever you worship with 10 to 12,000 people like on Sunday, you can’t help but imagine heaven. I loved it. 

A Preach-a-thon with no losers. All the GS’s preached. They were all very good. I’ve heard Dr. Duarte preach several times, I thought that was his best sermon. I’ve heard Dr. Busic tell the story about his dad several times. It makes me cry every time. Dr.’s Graves, Chambo, and Crocker hit it out of the park. Dr. Sunberg’s report was more like a sermon and it had us all shouting in a Bresee like fashion, “Good Morning!”

The Tower of Babel. With several languages spoken and several folks needing words and documents translated, things can get a little wonky. We weren’t building a tower like in Genesis, and the folks in Genesis didn’t have top-notch translators. Our language challenges are a beautiful problem of an international church. 

Something that would cause the “My Pillow Guy” to have a heart attack. The voting devises were… a challenge, but we survived and no one shouted, “Stop the steal!” A lot of time could have been saved with a very low tech seven-word approach to many of the resolutions, “All in favor raise your right hand.” Boom. No machines. No delays. Easy Peasy (we got there in the last hour… better late than never). 

A Petri dish growing something toxic. Some “not-so-good” Nazarenes (or former Nazarenes) with nimble fingertips must have thought that the fruit of the spirit is hate-spewing, libel-barfing, gossip-talking, rumor-mongering, fear-encouraging, slander-smearing, cantankerous-posting, division-inducing and reputation-bashing. It’s the ugly side of holiness (think: Pharisees with an iPhone and accounts on Twitter or Facebook). Chalk this up to, sadly, not everyone lives by the holiness they profess.

Paper, Rock, Scissors. Sometimes I was voting with the majority and sometimes with the minority. Sometimes I wished someone would hit me with a paper, a rock, or scissors because I was baffled at the voting. Did we really almost become a Pentecostal church with a 12-word amendment? Whew… crazy things can happen on the floor of the assembly.

The Royal Gorge. There is a divide in the church (maybe more than one). It was evident in voting on resolutions and for the General Superintendents. Here’s a totally oversimplified take of the church in USA/Canada: There’s a Wesleyan-leaning holiness group (Although John and Charlie would roll over in their graves if they knew of the tactics made in their name); and there’s reformed-leaning holiness group (although these folks would not like the “reformed” moniker…. But as you know, if it walks and quacks like a duck then…). There also seems to be a growing divide between USA/Canada and the world (See the vote regarding tongues). Over and over, the call was to be one in Christ. I pray we can be. Wherever we are from and whatever our bent happens to be.

In the end after all the votes cast and two new General Superintendents installed, the body in unity sang the doxology. It was a fitting closure to our week.

Now I’m back in Michigan and just met with a family preparing the funeral for a saint of the Lord. Tomorrow there’s a few graduation open houses I will be privileged to attend. And It’s Friday, so Sunday’s-a-comin’ and I’ve got a sermon to preach. For all the hoopla in Indy, the church is still about meeting people and sharing Jesus in our local setting. The local church is where the action is. The local Church of the Nazarene is the heart of the denomination, not the General Assembly. I’m glad I’m back in the Mitten.

See you in four-years! 

Of course, the Church of the Nazarene isn’t what she used to be. She is 115 years old. Find any other institution that’s been around for that length of time and tell me it’s the same. I’ll save you the trouble, you won’t find it. It doesn’t exit.

Not a shocking admission: The world is different from 1908. So is the church. But is it worse? That’s what the aforementioned headline implies. It’s not the same and it’s worse. But is it?

When I was a kid there was no dancing. My folks sent a note to the Fifth-Grade gym teacher, Miss Norton, informing her that I was not to participate in the group square dancing. I was a Nazarene. If I could have had a membership class right there, every fifth-grade boy would be a Nazarene today. Fifth grade square dancing isn’t a slippery slope into a life of sin. 

My boys went to their senior proms. Most Nazarene teenagers do too these days. Nazarenes attending prom was unheard of 40 years ago. Instead of the prom, me and two other seventeen year old classmates drove to Cleveland, Ohio (from Detroit) to see the Cleveland Indians play the Boston Red Sox. We stayed in a seedy hotel that night and went to Cedar Point the next day. Looking back, we could have found far more trouble on our excursion than anything that occurred at the Garden City West Senior Prom. 

We couldn’t go to the movies either. I snuck out of the house as an eleventh grader to see Disney’s cartoon, Lady and the Tramp. It was my first movie. I was surrounded by second graders, thinking I was going to the Bad Place if Jesus returned at that moment. I’ve bumped into District Superintendents on my way out of the theatre now. 

The church has changed in ways besides the rules. 

There are more Nazarenes in Africa than in the United States. This is not a fact to be mourned but a reality to be celebrated. World Missions worked and is still working. Wasn’t seeing Africa turn to Jesus the goal when the first Nazarene stepped foot onto Capo Verde or Eswatini (Swaziland)? We might need our African brothers and sisters to return the favor (Praise the Lord!).

The Foundry and the Global Ministry Center are far less populated than in days’ past. And yet, ministry is still happening. Holiness publishing is still taking place. The work of the church continues. The valued employees of both entities work hard and are committed to the Church of the Nazarene. Is it different? Yes. Is it worse? Not necessarily.

The colleges and universities aren’t as “Nazarene” as they used to be. It’s true that the percentage of Nazarenes is at its lowest point in the USA/Canada schools, but is that a bad thing? My son married a non-Nazarene girl he met at Olivet. She’s a wonderful Christian. The addition of students from other traditions doesn’t water down who we are. It enriches the experience. 

There are challenges, factions and the church is faced with economic and ecclesiastical disaster as funds dwindle and clergy age. All true in deed. But is it worse than the challenges faced in the Great Depression or during world war time? Every generation brings challenges, but that doesn’t doom the church. The Church of the Nazarene is not yours, mine, Phineas F. Bresee’s or anyone else’s, it’s the Lord’s. As long as the church keeps her eyes on Jesus, she will be just fine—no matter what changes occur in the world. 

The headline is right, the Church of the Nazarene “ain’t” what she used to be. Neither are we. But that doesn’t make it bad. It makes it different. Sometimes different is OK. 

A new Prince has finally made his entrance into the world. The boy (I thought it was going to be a girl) was born on Thursday at 11:26 PM. After an all-day affair, he came into this world via C-section weighing 6lbs, 15 ounces. Both mom and baby are doing great. What’s his name? Good question. They’ve had nine months to figure this one out… and they are still deciding. Stay tuned.

I am not biased in any way (cough cough), but he is the most handsome boy that has ever been born. I know what you are thinking: “There have been approximately 117 billion people born on planet earth. Roughly half of that number have been male. So how I can be certain that he is the cutest boy ever born?” Well, let’s just say, I have it on very good authority (Read: Karla).

Since this is my first piece written as a grandfather, I feel obligated to say, “Hey you kids get off my lawn! Don’t you know I am watching Wheel of Fortune and Matlock reruns?” (that was a joke, I rarely watch Matlock reruns). Grandparents already know the jumble of the emotions I’m feeling today. Joy. Love. Hopes. Dreams. Thankfulness. Nervousness. Faith. Worry. Trust.

I have so many questions: Will he dream of becoming a doctor, in healthcare IT (like his dad), a baseball player, carpenter, President or preacher? What will the world be like when he graduates high school (class of 2041)? Class of 41? Yikes, I’m old!

I never knew my dad’s dad. He died before my mom and dad even met. My Grandpa Keach died when I was 12 or 13 years old. He was a Ford Motor retiree from Missouri, smoked filter-less Camels, and drank Falstaff beer. He went to church one time in his life. As a teenager in Mexico, Missouri, he went to church wearing overalls (Probably holey. He was very poor). The “greeter” informed him that he wasn’t dressed properly and to return when he was wearing better clothes. He never went back. Not there. Not anywhere. My grandpa was a good man. I like to think that he had a relationship with the Lord, even if he didn’t feel welcome in the Lord’s House (thank you, Mr. Goober Greeter).

All this to say, I am not experienced in grandpa-ing. Of course, I saw mine and Karla’s dad as they “grandpa-ed” for my boys. My dad was slowing down a bit by the time my boys came around. Karla’s dad was a little more active (before Alzheimer’s Disease robbed him of his memory and life). But one thing is for sure, my boys knew that their grandpas loved them and loved Jesus too. 

I hope this lil’ dude sees that in me too. I want him to know that he is deeply loved by his grandparents (not just Karla and me, but Blaire’s side too) and, even more, loved by Jesus. I won’t be standing on the platform (unless I’m officiating) when he is brought forward for infant baptism or dedication, but I want him to see a grandpa that is dedicated to living before him a godly life. I’ll be praying for him daily (I’ve set my alarm to pray each day at the time he was born—11:26… AM…not PM… and probably not on Sunday’s since, I’ll be preaching most weeks).

We’ve got to get to Kansas and greet him properly (next week). We need to give the Hugs, Kisses and Michigan/Motor City Sports gear. Train up a child in the way they should go, and when they are old they will not depart from it… (I don’t think that verse was referring to Tigers, Lions, Pistons, Red Wings of the Wolverines), but you know…

Hooray!! I’m a grandpa today!

Since the last General Assembly, the Church of the Nazarene has grown in every region except USA/Canada. The losses in the USA/Canada are staggering—down 57,279 members and 172 churches. One wonders if the numbers were based on worship attendance (and not membership) if the losses would be even worse. I suspect they would be.  

There have been numerous reasons given for the American church demise. Life in a post Christian America is hard; notable Christians’ infamous failures/sins; the development of growing factions within the church; the politicization of American Christianity and the questions revolving around human sexuality are just few reasons given. Maybe the reason is much simpler. It doesn’t involve looking in the Bible for answers or the latest census numbers for clues. It involves looking in the mirror. Maybe the problem is us.

Admittedly, my perspective is limited and purely anecdotal. In the last ten years, I’ve been to Panama several times. No where else, just Panama. What I’ve seen there is a commitment to the cause of Christ that puts Americans to shame. 

There is a unity among churches that leads to cooperation not competition. Work projects at fellow churches bring out people from across the district to help, not simply a handful of old men and women with nothing better to do. 

Money isn’t wasted on unnecessary things. I asked a missionary friend recently if he knew of a District Superintendent (not in the USA/Canada) that was not also pastoring a church. He could not think of a single one. Most all DSs on the mission field also pastor a church. Why does the USA/Canada think DSs need to do that job exclusively? Most international DSs don’t have an assistant. Is the job that much more difficult in the US? Would our numbers be worse (how could they be worse?) if our DSs were also pastoring a church. Instead of taking some of our best pastors out of growing churches and making them a DS, what if they could pastor and be DS. It would cut district apportionments and the strong local churches would not lose momentum.

Maybe there are foolish debates among the believers in Panama, but I have not witnessed it. There is a focus on preaching the gospel and going to the places that most need Jesus. It seems the USA/Canada have been committed to going to places that are fresh and new, and have abandoned the cities and places were ministry is hard but most needed.

Moreover, the folks in Panama know how to pray. They really pray. Could our demise be as simple as weak and feeble prayer efforts? Call a prayer meeting and a handful show up to quietly pray. Call a prayer meeting in Panama, the church shows up for a loud, boisterous, holy gathering. We need to learn how to pray once more.

Instead of sending our best and brightest to the world regions to teach and instruct pastors and leaders in the ways of the church. Maybe the world areas should be sending teachers/missionaries to us. It seems we have much to learn from them. Maybe what the USA/Canada church need most is a dose of humility to learn from our brothers and sisters in the regions of the world where church growth is happening.

My daughter-in-law, Blaire, has been given a date on which her doctors will induce labor if the baby has not already arrived. She goes in the hospital on Wednesday night. That means– this time next week, I will be a grandfather. I’m still not sure how I want the newest Prince to refer to me. Karla is going to be “Mimi.” We’ve called her Mimi for years.  So Mimi seems to fit. But what should the whippersnapper call me? I still haven’t decided. Here are a few options…

Pops (If I move out west would I then be called “Soda” or if we move down south would they call me “Coke”?)  

Paw Paw (There’s a town in Michigan by this name. Listen, If I’m going to be named for a city in Michigan that kid better call me “Ann Arbor”). 

PeePaw (this would be appropriate for the grandfathers who wear Depends)

PooPaw (see the above parenthetical comment).

Ice Cream Pop (I do like Ice Cream, but I’m afraid Karla would start to call me “Chubby Pop”).

Preacher Pops (this is what my buttons are called when my shirt is two sizes too small from eating all that ice cream).

Pop Daddy (sounds like something P-Diddy would say. If you don’t know the P-Diddy reference chances are you are already a grandfather) 

Pop Pop (apparently, this is what Alice Cooper’s grandchildren call him. If you don’t know who Alice Cooper is you might think Alice is a woman. He’s not). 

Gee Gee (this sounds too much like the lesser known 80’s brother band who sounded eerily similar to the Bee Gees. If you’ve never heard of the Bee Gees count yourself “blessed and highly favored”). 

Italians call grandfathers, Nonno, which sounds like something Mork from Ork might say (if you know the “Mork from Ork” reference you are probably already a grandfather).

I heard of a set of grandparents who go by the names “Honey and Poo Bear.” (I’m not sure which moniker “honey” or “poo bear” is worse. No thanks).   

Some have told me let the kid figure it out. (I’m afraid I’d be called “blah blah” or some other bodily function noise the rest of my days).

Last week, my friend, Tom Ireland, told me, “You can call me anything, just don’t call me late for dinner.” It’s an old joke, but hearing Tom say it made me laugh. 

In the end, it doesn’t matter what name I’m called by my grandkid (In case you are wondering, my rotten son and daughter-in-law still haven’t told us if the soon-to-be-born child is a boy or a girl). What does matter is that my grandchild knows that he/she is loved by Karla and me and more importantly knows the love of God and decides to follow Him all of her/his days!  3 John 4 is still my verse, but I’ve had to add a parenthetical comment (the comment is mine, not John’s): I have no greater joy than to hear that my children (and grandbaby) are walking in the truth.

All General Assemblies are important for the life and health of the Church of the Nazarene (CotN), but the 30th General Assembly convening in June will be the most significant in decades. The 2023 vote for General Superintendent (GS) will have long lasting consequences. 

The re-election of the four-current, eligible GS’s is a fairly safe assumption. The last GS to not get reelected was Orval Neese in 1944. There were accusations of improprieties relating to nepotism that kept him from being reelected. Apparently, all was forgiven by 1948 when Dr. Neese was elected GS once more. Not the silence of the Board of General Superintendents (BGS) over social issues; nor the recent controversy regarding the BGS statement on what defines doctrine will be consequential enough for any of the four GSs to not get reelected. GSs are always reelected.  They will be again this time.

Moreover, all four of the GSs who are to be reelected in 2023 are under the age of 64 meaning all will be eligible for reelection in the 2027 General Assembly (GA2027) too. Assuming the two newly elected GSs are also under the age of 64, they also will be eligible for reelection at the next GA. In other words, barring unforeseen circumstances, GA2027 will not be electing a new GS. Not since 1956, has a General Assembly not elected a new GS.

No GS election will make GA2027 a little less dramatic, but it also makes GA2023 that much more important. For all practical purposes, this eight-year-termed BGS will oversee what could possibly be the most tumultuous period in the CotN’s history. There are numerous challenges awaiting: 

1) The CotN in USA/Canada is in massive decline.
I wrote about this reality here and here. The denomination will look very different in 2031 than it does today. The attendance drop will not only impact delegate counts for GA2031, but more crucially it will affect the economics of the church.  The exodus of people and the closing/merging USA/Canada churches ultimately will affect the World Evangelism Fund and thereby the funding of the church’s worldwide mission. (Between 94-96% of WEF comes from USA/Canada churches). The BGS will have tough decisions regarding sending of missionaries, funding projects, and doing the basic work of the church with far less dollars at their disposal in the next eight years. 

2) Factions are real.
The fundamentalists inside the church are making noise. The CotN has never been a fundamentalist church and the “standard” the fundamentalists are defending and the means by which they often defended it—void of the Fruit of the Spirit– is at odds with the church regarding scripture, holiness and polity. Similarly, the progressives within the church are pushing the church towards a United Methodist-like schism over human sexuality. The BGS must tightrope-like walk through increasingly loud factions on all sides. This delicate walk will only increase between now and 2031. 

3) The world is changing…fast.
The rule-by-committee approach of the BGS may have served the church well in the past, but it slows decision making when strong leadership is needed. Again, in the next eight years the church will need leaders who boldly and courageously lead, not hunker down in the Global Ministry Center hoping the storm passes them by. 

The newly elected (in all reality, eight year termed), BGS must navigate the coming economic tsunami; noisy factions, and give strong unwavering leadership in our ever-changing world. There will be tough decisions between now and 2031. That’s why the GA2023 election of the BGS is the most important vote in nearly 70 years, possibly making GA2023 the most important General Assembly ever convened. 

According to the Church of the Nazarene’s General Secretary’s office, delegates from places outside of USA/Canada will receive a “Purchase Card” (credit card) to help with food costs throughout General Assembly. These cards will only work for food and beverage purchases at the convention center food stands, local restaurants, and/or grocery stores (following GA they have no value). The most any delegate is eligible to receive is $280 (I’m guessing this amounts to about 28 bucks a day). Assuming the delegates are housed in a hotel that serves breakfast, they have 28 bucks for their other two meals. In downtown restaurants, at $28, no one will be ordering filet mignon. (FYI, the IRS standard per diem rate for Indianapolis is $69). 

Obviously, this is one reason why GA is so expensive. Providing food and lodging for delegates that cannot afford to come without assistance is a necessity. It’s costly to be a global church. For the record, I do not begrudge giving the purchase cards, nor do I fault the church for giving cards valued $41 less than the standard IRS rate. Did I mention General Assemblies are expensive?  

Part of the goal of General Assembly is to deepen our world-wide family ties. One way to do this (following the Acts 2:42 model) is to eat and fellowship together. To that end, on the Saturday night of General Assembly weekend before the evening service, Central Church will host the Panamanian delegation to dinner. We did this at the last General Assembly back in 2017 too. Of course, back then, we were only two years into our partnership and our friendships were new and fresh. Six years and several work and witness trips in-between our friendships are much deeper. The folks from Panama are family. 

By taking our Panamanian friends to dinner one night, not only does it show hospitality and encourage fellowship, it is also one less meal that has to be placed on their “purchase card.”  It helps our friends to better budget their meals for the rest of the week. They still won’t be ordering filet mignon. 

For most USA/Canada delegates their district is footing the food costs. Many churches assist their pastors who are not delegates with the funds for food and lodging. Even those USA/Canada members attending General Assembly without any church assistance can probably afford to do so. My point, I hope other USA/Canada attenders will find some international friends (or make new international friends), share a meal, then generously pick up the tab. It’s a way of showing hospitality and participating in fellowship. It also helps our international brothers and sisters spend just a little bit more on the rest of their meals during their time at General Assembly. 

Hospitality must be intentional. It doesn’t just happen. Our friends from around the world are converging upon Indianapolis. May we USA/Canada delegates look for ways to be kind and generous. May we exude the love of Christ even if languages and cultures separate us. May we live out the holiness message as we eat, share and care for one another.

“Practice hospitality.” -Romans 13:13b

Is there anyone in the Nazarene world who (like me) is going into the Church of the Nazarene General Assembly 2023 with a little bit of hesitation? 

Maybe it’s me and where I am in life, but this General Assembly just feels different. 

Maybe I’ve seen too much church politics. 

Maybe I’m fearful of USA national politics seeping into our church gathering. 

Maybe I have trepidation because this General Assembly is two years too late. 

Maybe the various noisy factions within the church are shouting too loudly for my liking. 

Maybe it’s because a longtime friend who is a part of one of those factions (of which I am not) wondered “if we can still be friends,” since I don’t associate with his clique. Is this Middle School? 

Maybe I’m diffident because I don’t seem to fit into any of those moving-to-the-edges divisions. Instead, I am trying to walk the tightrope of the via media (the middle way) that (in my opinion) the Church of the Nazarene has historically followed. 

Maybe it’s because I’ll look around the assembly floor and wonder where are some of my world-wide friends who could not obtain visas or where are the millennials or theologians or people of color who couldn’t get elected by their district assemblies. 

Maybe all the junk going on in the United Methodist church has me wondering if that will be the Church of the Nazarene sooner rather than later. 

Maybe because so many churches haven’t bounced back from Covid, I feel a bit discouraged. 

Maybe social media has allowed us to better connect to old friends from long distances, General Assembly will feel less like catching up. 

Maybe I’m less starry eyed when I go to these affairs than I was in my younger years. 

Maybe I’m just getting old.

I can’t put my finger on it. It just feels different. 

Worse, not better.

I hope I’m wrong. 

I hope that I don’t feel awkward when greeting some people who have put passive aggressive things on social media. 

I hope people don’t feel awkward around me. 

I hope we can smile, hug, laugh and talk even with those with whom we might disagree over little things here and there. 

I hope we can elect two individuals who can help lead us through the ever-changing waters of modernity. 

I hope that the Spirit will move upon all who gather.

I hope the theme “Jesus is Lord” is a unifying call. 

I hope the music is terrific and the General Superintendents’ sermons hit home. 

I hope I am surprised by the freedom and love expressed. 

I hope and pray that I’ll be amazed at what God is doing and going to do through the Church of the Nazarene. 

I’ve always been an optimist. 

I hope I still am when I return home from General Assembly.

When Paul was urging the Colossians to “be wise in the way we act toward outsiders,” he understood that “outsiders” are watching. If alive today, Paul would have frowned upon those who put on Facebook veiled passive aggressive statements directed toward other believers (whom the post-er views as in theological error), and where everyone can see. He would have taken issue with those who are “protecting the doctrine” while being jerks about it. Likewise, he would have been shocked by those who pompously display for their new-found liberty in deconstruction while bashing everyone and everything along the way. It’s not being very wise.  

We are to “make the most of every opportunity.” That means to always be ready to love; ready to share God’s love; and ready to be the hands and feet of Jesus.

“Seasoned with salt” means letting our words (whether in person or on social media) flavor the conversation with the love of Christ. Let them bring words of grace not condemnation; words of hope not fear. 

“Ready to answer” is simple to understand; hard to accomplish. It involves knowing the Bible. Knowing the truth and have the ability to explain it in a loving manner. Preparedness only comes through study and conversation with other believers. There is no short cut. 

If Paul were living today, we would have already received the “Epistle of Paul to the Church in America.” It would be a brief and to the point letter. Probably the first words would be: “Stop it. Stop fighting. Stop arguing. Stop posting garbage on Facebook concerning other believers. Stop being pompous jerks. This isn’t rocket science (Paul would know what rocket science is? Sure. Why not). Outsiders are watching you and they have concluded church folks are nothing like Jesus. Start acting like Jesus and get your act together. It’s no wonder the church in America is in decline. People have seen your actions and concluded, “Thanks, but no thanks!” Wise up!!!

Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity. Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone. Colossians 4:5-6

In each of the recent General Assemblies, a resolution has been presented to move to an every five year General Assembly instead of four. In 2017, every General Superintendent spoke in favor of the move. The retired Generals did too. If the powers that be could have brought back from heaven a few dead GSs, they would have.

I get it. General Assemblies are expensive. Really expensive. They are a lot of work too. No sooner does the poor General Secretary’s staff get through one General Assembly, they are on the clock for the next one.

It would be easy to think, “Well, we’ve just gone six years between General Assemblies, moving to every five years wouldn’t be so bad.” But is that true?

Look what has happened since the last General Assembly. The pre-Covid, 2017 world doesn’t exist. No one could have imagined the changed world in which we now live. Of course, delaying the planned 2021 General Assembly was necessary. Why would anyone willingly delay the gathering when the world and the church change so rapidly. An extra year, simply puts the church that much further behind and allows cancers within the church to metastasize.

For example, the big tent of the Church of the Nazarene has been fracturing (“faction-ing”) into pup tents. One faction’s periodical even had an article opposed to the “Big Tent Concept.” It seems like Nazarenes are going to their corners, putting on fighting gear and looking nothing like the holiness people they aspire to be.

There are many groups organically forming around their particular theological, geographical or sociological perspective. A non-exhaustive list includes: The Holiness Partnership, the 1908 project, affirming Nazarenes, Naztoo, Nazarenes for peace, various geographical Nazarenes, Boomer Nazarenes, Millennial Nazarenes, Gen X and Gen Z Nazarenes, Nazarene college fandom, fundamentalist-like Nazarenes, progressive Nazarenes, you name it. The list is long and getting longer.

Of course, our social media, react first (before thinking), blog first (ahem… sometimes guilty), anger and angst world is conducive to factions. These groups would, no doubt, develop no matter how frequent General Assemblies occur, but a more frequent gathering could help alleviate the fracturing (faction-ing) that all non-casual observers have witnessed in the last couple of years.

The only way Bresee’s mantra (not original to the founder), “in essentials unity, in non essentials liberty, in all things charity” can happen is through personal, face to face interaction. It’s much more difficult to demonize people with opposing views if one has seen, talked, worshipped with, and maybe even had a meal together. Even more than the official meetings of General Assembly, the casual conversations in the Exhibit Hall and before and after services in the meeting places are crucial to the unity and charity within the church.

A four year, family gathering is crucial for the survival of the denomination in our ever changing world. Zoom meetings, email, social media conversations can be helpful (they can also be disruptive as we all know) but none are substitutes to the friendships developed among those who disagree about various non-essentials. The recent dust up concerning what constitutes an “essential” might have been avoided (maybe not) if people were not quick to jump to conclusions, assume the worst, and demonize those with whom they disagree.

The cost and work of an every-four-year General Assembly is high, but it’s worth it if unity, liberty and charity are the result.

This past week on my Social Media feed I saw that…:  

1. Charles Stanley, long time pastor of First Baptist in Atlanta, had passed away.
2. It’s good to make those baptized write out their testimony (one video had a lady saying once baptized she was leading a group of angels to protect animals all over the world and in another video a guy said he was “a piece of doo doo”—he didn’t say doo doo—and that’s why he wanted to get baptized).
3. The General Superintendents released a very brief memo regarding doctrines and what is considered essential.
4. A lot of Nazarenes didn’t like the memo from the GSs.
5. Those who lean toward left were up in arms predicting the demise of the denomination; those on the far right made posters about lines in the sand with bad guys and good guys pictured; and those in the middle were mostly silent or vowed to get off social media because of the garbage spewed from both (all) sides.
6. Someone wrote a few lies about me on social media (that’s always a pleasant surprise… well, maybe “pleasant” isn’t the correct word).
7. A bunch of my friends had birthdays. I sent greetings their way.
8. Generally, I side on the fence that says social media is an unscrupulous, vile, mostly horrible place (see above statements of the Nazarene firestorm regarding the GS memo and the one regarding lies concerning yours truly), then I saw a post comparing social media to the old town square. Items are discussed. People have opinions. Back and forth is good they said. I don’t think the argument convinced me. I still think that social media is the bane of my existence, but it did make me think.
9. A friend gave an update on her cancer journey. I prayed then and there for her and her family.
10. Other friends had parties and baby showers and proms pictures and trips to fun places. 
11. The GS’s posted a “clarifying statement” regarding their first memo. It was better than the two-sentence memo.
12. Some people liked it. Some people didn’t. More blah, blah, blah ensued.
13. A lot of churches had pictures of their services or people getting baptized or pastoral renewal reviews successfully completed.
14. A lady from Central Church posted how she was watching the service in Wuhan, China. (Yeah, that Wuhan… I know, crazy).
15. It was Just another crazy week in the Nazarene social media world.

My conclusion, social media, like other forms of media, is a tool. It can be used for good or evil. It can make you smile, cry or cringe. For holiness folks, like we claim to be, it can reveal our hearts. Let’s make sure that in all things “our activities should be life giving and affirming and should seek to uplift all persons.” Those words bold and italicized are the very last words of the Manual before the index. The very last “Amen,” if you will. It’s as if we needed one last reminder that as holiness people we need to act like it in all areas of life—including social media. 

Was the Apostle Paul ever wrong? Well, he was human, so I am certain he made mistakes. Who was right and who was wrong in Paul’s disagreement with Barnabas in Acts 15?  Then there is the curious passage in Acts 16 which suggests Paul got his wires crossed.

Luke wrote, “Paul and his companions traveled throughout the region of Phrygia and Galatia, having been kept by the Holy Spirit from preaching the word in the province of Asia. When they came to the border of Mysia, they tried to enter Bithynia, but the Spirit of Jesus would not allow them to. So they passed by Mysia and went down to Troas. (Acts 16:6-8)

What does it mean “having been kept by the Holy Spirit” in verse 6 and “they tried to enter Bithynia, but the Spirit of Jesus would not allow them to” in verse 7? Sounds like Paul and friends mistakenly went one direction, then the Lord prompted them to go another way. They listened to the Spirit and were successful because they did. This is the “Macedonia call” passage, which prompts Paul to begin the evangelization of Europe. Good thing Paul listen to the Spirit!

My point is sometimes leaders can be wrong (even Paul). Sometimes they make mistakes. Sometimes they think they should go one way and (if they are listening) the Lord prompts them to go in a completely different direction. Good leaders listen. Learn. Change direction if necessary. Then move forward.

I’ve been wrong plenty of times. I’ve made my share of mistakes in pastoring. I’ve spoken when I should have been silent. I’ve been silent when I should have spoken. I’ve written blogs (ahem) that I regret writing. I’ve been wrong before and I’m pretty sure I will make mistakes in the future. I wish that were not the case, but it is. This is not news to anyone who knows me, I am not perfect (ahem again… neither are you). 

What does one do after making a mistake? It begins with listening to the prompting of the Spirit. What follows is the “Triple A Challenge,”

Admit any wrong doing (either sins of commission or omission).
Accept responsibility for any hurt that may have occurred.
Apologize (if needed) in word and deed.

Assuming we are not talking about a sinfulness that disqualifies a person from Christian service, mistakes in judgment, direction and focus occur in the church. Following the mistaken person’s “Triple A,” all involved need to forgive, accept forgiveness and move forward. 

Let’s acknowledge following the “Triple A Challenge” is not easy. It usually involves swallowing pride. Being humble. And most importantly, not repeating those mistakes again. In other words, it involves learning. Let’s also acknowledge it’s not always easy to forgive either. The steps following sins/mistakes/errors are tough all the way around—but necessary.

Last time I checked, we are all human (leaders included). Humans make mistakes (leaders too). Humans don’t always think through all the consequences of their words and actions (yup, including those in authority). Humans act like humans. Ugh. Sometimes it’s such a hassle to be a human. But we are what we are—this side of heaven. As such, when a person (leader or otherwise) takes the difficult, necessary Triple A Challenge, then let’s then cut each other some slack. 

The golden rule has not changed in the social media world (maybe it’s more needed than ever). “Do unto others, as you would have them do to you” (Matthew 7:12). Let’s follow that when people (including leaders) make and admit mistakes; and let’s follow that even when they don’t.