Ever rented a car and had the rental company’s insurance? You know what happens. “It’s a rental,” you say. Translation: I can do what I want with it. It can get stolen, broken, crashed, bashed, and destroyed. Why? It isn’t mine. It is someone else’s.
Ok, young and hip pastor, here’s my question: who are your people? When you stand before Jesus and give an account for how you cared for His church and the people he entrusted to your care, how will you answer that?
“Well, I had lunch with every single person who came to my church.”
“I only talked to my friends.”
“I personally followed-up with ever first, second, third, and fourth-time visitor.”
“I led a church-wide fantasy football league.”
This issue is not insignificant, but can be treated as such. Pastors/Elders of churches have to be able to oversee their people; and, thus, they must know what is meant by “their people.”
I care deeply about church membership. Personally, I believe local church membership is an incredibly undervalued part of church life (specifically in evangelicalism). When you join a church you aren’t joining a club; you’re joining a family and an infantry. A group of people ready to die for Jesus. Unfortunately, that isn’t most people’s experience (and has not been mine either).
So this week I’ll share a little bit about why church membership? I kick it off with this video. Enjoy!
Pastors (and others in ministry) seem to work too much or too little. We want to get it just right and often fail. And ministry is an interesting gig in that you may not get followed up with to be sure you are doing (too much or too little of) your job.
But one thing should be true within all in ministry: that we want to reproduce ourselves–to live lives that are, for lack of a better word, mimic-able. Lives that other people look at and say, “Oh, that’s how you do it.”
This video, taking the specific issue of evangelism, highlights that point:
Sometimes being a pastor stinks. This is one of those weeks. I’ve been an emotional mess (though I hide it like the best of Pharisees). I have read that 70% of pastors lack good friendships. While I cannot prove this data, I wouldn’t be surprised. Pastors can isolate themselves.
This week, two things happened that have done a number on me (much more than I thought they would). On Monday, a dear friend and member of our church died of cancer. The cancer didn’t let him live long, as it quickly took hostage the two months the doctors gave him and shortened it to three weeks. Then, tonight I was around many friends of the church as we sent two of them off down the road–albeit it just an hour down the road. I don’t like losing people.
Who said, “Standard hand-on-shoulder pose”?
Weeks like this have me thinking a lot about pastors and friendships, and just how important they are–even if you have to say goodbye.
Sunday Funday. Something about this morning made me expectant. I got to the church building earlier than usual and worked back through the sermon, prayed with our team leaders, and then went at it. But not before Evan and the team sang this as well as they possibly could:
People in the first service wondered whether or not they should clap, but those in the second service figured it out.
We spent the whole morning talking about an incredibly important issue: engaging a lost world.