A recent husband/wife confrontation left me torn between two extremes, laugh or criticize. This episode went something like this. I came home at the end of the day and had to pick up our garbage can at the end of the driveway. After unloading the garbage can by our garage, I parked my truck in the garage. I mistakenly left the tailgate on my truck down. Leaving a tailgate down is not conducive to lowering a garage door. See where I am going? LOL!
Do you resent someone in your church or a former church? Come on, ministers don’t carry resentment, do we? LOL!
I once struggled with resentment toward a group of leaders who thought it was time for me to change churches. They thought they knew God’s will for me and for our church.
I once struggled with resentment toward a group of people who deserted our church and went to the church down the street. They thought the other church was more spiritual, and more spirit-filled than our church.
Last weekend my wife and I led a Shepherds Connection retreat. In our discussions, an unexpected subject came up, but everyone knew the topic. The subject was, “seeking small wins” as you serve in ministry.
Recently I took a friend to a catfish pond, in pursuit of the “big one.” I must say up front, it was not a good day for fishing, but it was the only time available. It was cold and the wind was blowing out of the east. My daddy always said an east wind would kill fishing.
We were excited about our youngest son and his family flying in from Chicago to spend the holidays with us. Did I mention we were excited about their visit? That is when “it” showed up. The check engine light came on in our van. Sometimes technology gives more information than you want to know. The computer adviser instructed us to get the van to a shop, pronto. That was not what two excited parents wanted to hear, especially when we were ready to head to the airport. (By the way, we did get the problem resolved.)
I once heard someone say, “A pat on the back, though only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, is miles ahead in results.” WOW, how I need to be reminded of this truth, on a regular basis.
Had you told me seven or eight years ago to sit down and write 300-400 articles for a pastor’s web site, I would have said, “No way.” However, this has happened. This blog marks number 400.
In Romans we find a warm word of thanks from Paul for his co-workers Priscilla and Aquila. “Greet Priscilla and Aquila, my fellow workers in Christ Jesus, who risked their own necks for my life, to whom not only I give thanks, but also all the churches of the Gentiles.” (Romans 16:4)
In 2014 my wife and I built a new home. At the time we also added a small catfish pond. Over the past four years we have caught a few small catfish but no large fish, until this past Saturday. We had gotten a little discouraged because the fish did not seem to be growing. In fact, we caught very few fish in recent months.
I started this week feeling fruitless. I needed to write this blog, prepare a sermon for Sunday, and prepare a sermon for a prison ministry. None of the tasks came easily. The little productivity I squeezed out flowed like molasses. You know those weeks. Sunday is coming, and the sermon is not there.
As I drove to work, I pondered the fruitless stages of my life and asked myself the question: What does it take to rise above fruitlessness? I offer the following points. I even alliterated, for you preacher types. I hope my ideas will help.