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Empty Hands

by Jody Sneed

 

If I could fly
from all the pain and the fear
tell me why
why would I be standing here

                                                “Superman” Luna Halo

 

Why am I standing here?  How’d I get into this new mindset, philosophy, and perpetual funk over following Christ…the postmodernism thing?  There were several factors:

 

  • Leading the overhaul of the church’s mid-week youth gathering and facing stiff opposition from the establishment over doing things differently

  • Rejoicing in attendance that was up three and four times…mostly kids that wouldn’t set foot in a Sunday school class

  • Being totally convicted by a Discipleship Journal survey of 20-30 year olds detailing how the church wasn’t reaching them and how they were serving Christ anyway

  • Checking out some websites mentioned in the same article (Yep, this is one of them)

  • Facing a major conflict with pastoral leadership and the church establishment and having nowhere to turn when politics overwhelmed ministry

  • Becoming involved in an interdenominational ministry designed to bring you into a closer relationship with Christ, despite all the religious roadblocks our churches put in the way

 

Hey, I am Joe Church.  A Promise Keeper, a teacher and deacon.  On various committees, as is my wife.  Sons in the choir and church-league basketball and we ate at the same place with all the other Joe Church families on Sunday evenings.  My relationship with the Lord was growing…but through the other ministries, not from the local church.  And the way I was leading there was being questioned at every turn because “we haven’t ever done it that way”.  Reaching more pagans wasn’t the point…I guess because it wasn’t the idea of one of the pillars of the church.

 

Forgot a factor: books.  I’d been reading more of them than the Scripture but they were driving me back to the Gospels and the words and actions of Christ.   Larry Crabb’s Inside/Out, Brennan Manning’s Ragamuffin Gospel, Phillip Yancy's What's So Amazing About Grace, John Ortberg’s If You Want to Walk on Water, You Have to Get out of the Boat, Rebecca Piperts’ Out of the Saltshaker and into Life…all these pointed to a lifestyle of evangelism, faith and trust that was contrary to what the contemporary church was working toward.

 

How could it be contrary to the church…it’s all Christianity, isn’t it?

 

Same Jesus, different motivator.  I wanted the Jesus that taught and healed, spoke with love and force and conviction of sin and the promise of abundant life.  But the church’s motivation is in the maintenance of the institution through incessant programming, leadership taking comfort in the status quo and the building of a saint’s country club that is becoming increasingly irrelevant to the majority of families with no religious experience or knowledge.

 

In the midst of these issues and my cry for Christ's guidance, I remember sitting a large group with the students and the question came to my mind:  “Would you give this up for Me?”

 

On one hand I saw the growing attendance numbers and on the other I heard all the complaints about the process to get there.  Less sage on the stage and more small group discussions over the topics.  More student leadership in the teaching and planning.  More current and relevant issues than the standard devotional.  Battles ensued over everything but the toppings on the pizza.

 

I could walk away based on the strife but stubbornly wouldn’t.  This was my project, mind you.  I guess I should mention the trial balloons we were floating…all these changes came from a small group that kept coming back to each other with ideas, only to have the rest of the group confirm them in a multiplicity of ways.  When the confirmations started happening at work and other places…we knew we were onto something, something radically different, and with the first moves we had taken, results were happening.

 

How could I give it up?  David knew God wanted a temple and Moses knew the people needed water and both knew how to make these things happen.

 

We just forgot to bring Him along in the process.  As Brennan Manning wrote what his spiritual director told him in Restless Trust:  “You’ve got enough insights to last you three hundred years.  The most urgent need in your life is to trust what you have received.”

 

With all the strife, I had been hedging on returning to teaching with the new school year.  My comments about the leadership, the establishment and a better way of doing things led my wife to be as succinct as Manning’s mentor.

 

“Are you called to teach that class?”  Yes, I admitted with a cringe, knowing where this was heading.  “Are you called to leave the church?”  No.  “Those kids deserve the best teacher they can get, right?”  Yes.  “Then do the right thing and follow your calling.”

 

‘Nuff said. 

 

The perpetual funk…it’s coming from the realization that without an internal change to leave the status quo for a higher level of trust – and resulting activity – I am part of the problem, a very whitewashed tomb. 

 

When the conflicts arose, I was shaken in my belief.  Will I do church or be the church?  Is it about what we can do at the facility or about our facility to do anything apart from the Father?  Personally, I tried to be a reformer at too many levels, when my calling was with a small group of high school seniors.

 

Christ didn’t come to change institutions…He changed hearts.  Mine is stubborn to that realization as I let other issues crowd my view of Him.  I become  manic about fixing things when I should be praying and paying attention to the ones I love and those He has called me to love.  I need to know how Jesus met people at their point of need.  And then do it.

 

Maybe it’s not so much about bring Jesus along in the process as it is in catching up to Him…

 

I can't be everything
But I know the One who can
Although I tried to be
You were left with empty hands

 

 

  

  

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