Monday, 3 July 2017

The wrong questions




I have been or training to be a Baptist minister now for the past 13 years.  During this time Sunday has generally been my focus of my working week.  Whether preparing to lead worship, preach a sermon, lead a prayer meeting, preside over communion or just stand on the door, Sunday was the focus.  I did other things of course!  I led evangelistic courses, had the privilege of visiting people pastorally and attended lots (and I mean lots) of meetings but it felt like my whole week was geared towards Sundays.  Though there is nothing wrong with that and there is much blessing being a more traditional pastor of a Baptist church I did want to ask different questions and wanted to achieve other things in my week.  I wanted the focus to change a little. 

We have now moved to Dorset and living in the beautiful village of Charlton Down to begin missional listening.  As we begin this process we want to be a part of an established church for our family to belong too.  So, the strangest journey begins… looking for a church!  Something we have not had to do for years.  And the strangest feeling?  I am not in charge and I do not have a job to do. Weird does not quite cut it!  When we first arrived back in Dorset we went to a church that is important to Ez and I as it is there that Ez became a Christian and I recommitted to our Lord after a decade of living hedonistically.   It was lovely to see people, the worship was wonderful, I even felt the presence of God there, a great preach and the children loved their groups.  What I am about to say has nothing to do with the church but everything to do with me and my asking for years the wrong questions.

I came away from church a little depressed!  I spoke to one of the leaders and shared a little of our plans and he commented that the village we were living in possibly was big enough to cope with a church.  Numbers…  And as I began to judge the comment I became self-aware of my own actions during gathered worship.  During the 2 hours at the church, I asked these questions:

1).  I wonder if I will have as good worship group when we begin a church?

2).  I wonder if the Christians who attend here from our village would attend ours even though we will not have all the established groups etc…?

3).  What techniques can I learn from this church to put into ours that will create a ‘laid back’ feel and an openness to the charismatic?

These are just a couple of the questions I asked!  But they bought up lots of other questions I had asked over the years as a Baptist pastor.  Questions like these:

1).  How do I get the people I am getting to know in the community to come to church?

2).  This person I am visiting pastorally, how do I get them to join us on a Sunday?

3).  The toddler’s groups, senior’s groups, the uniformed organisations, the pre-school parents, those who use the café, how do we transition them to also coming on a Sunday morning?

4).  How can I change our churches structure to be more releasing to mission and more open to change?

5).  What teaching series can I do to make the people who come to church more welcoming and more likely to bring their friends to church? 

I am being harsh on myself but if I scratch deep as I did during worship at that church I think too many of my questions are built around making church successful and if I am deeply honest, how can my ministry be successful?  Forgive me Lord!  And thank you Lord, that even when I have concerned myself with the wrong questions and had very mixed motives you have still used my ministry and our churches to bring life to those who so desperately need it. 

I used the rest of that week to get away to Buckfast Abbey for a four-day retreat.  I have been there every year for the past ten.  However, this was the most wonderful time.  Mainly because I wasn’t planning anything there, or writing anything for Sunday or getting ready for the next season of talks.  I simply prayed, read a little, walked and chased after the presence of God. 

During my time there I repented from my wrong questions and making my ministry about me and the church and not about God.  After a while with the help of a wonderful book by Alan Roxburgh[1] which the Spirit directed me too, I felt God give me the right questions going forward.

1).  What is God up to in our neighbourhood and communities?

2).  What is the nature of an engagement between the biblical imagination and this place that we find ourselves at this time, among these people?

3).  What then will a local church look like when it responds to these questions?[2]

When I look back over my time as pastoral minister of two churches it should be one of joy!  Both have grown considerably, I have had the privilege of baptising loads of people, I have done countless dedications and seen many grow in faith and find freedom.  However, if there is one thing that has been obvious during my ministry it is the lack of joy I have felt.  Probably because I have surrounded myself with the wrong questions and at times the wrong motives.  Trying to be loved, trying to make everybody happy, trying to get churches to grow.  I have been busy (far too busy) asking the wrong questions.

With repentance, and with thanksgiving not only for forgiveness but also for God using me during this time I turn to Him, and ask for help to ask the right questions.  So here in the beginning of this new adventure called missional listening I commit to trying to ask the right questions!





[1] Alan J. Roxburgh, Missional: Joining God in the neighbourhoods, 2001.  (Baker Books, Grand Rapids, MI).
[2] Pg 44.

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