I’ve always been shy. I don’t think I had a conversation (more than one sentence) with a girl until I was a senior in high school. No seriously. Ok, it’s not that funny. I had a desire to be an actor or a musician… I never really worked out the logistics of being an actor who was petrified of having words come out of my mouth and direct them at the opposite sex.
However, there was always one place I flourished. The stage. It started as being an “actor” in our “traveling” youth skit team.
“Actor” – n. one available because every member of said youth group must be in said skit team
“Traveling” – v. to move from church fellowship hall to church sanctuary.
I was big time. You need a Jesus, I was Jesus. Need a troll under a bridge who asks what your quest is… I’ll be your troll. Need Carmen to beat up on the Devil? I’ll be your punching bag.
I lived for it. And I was good at it. It was there that I found acceptance. There that I found attention. There that I found “my place”.
“My Place” – n. where an immature believer finds acceptance and attention
Throughout time, and the insight of other believers, I came to see that the Holy Spirit had gifted me in the arena of teaching. Guess where a majority of the teaching in an SBC church takes place… You guessed it… On stage.
I knew why I was teaching. I knew why I was doing these sketches. To share a Gospel message that needed to be shared. To bring Glory to our Father in heaven. And yet… There was a pride welling up inside me. I was still receiving attention. I was still feeling the acceptance of our congregation.
There is a thin line in the sand between wanting attention that you might receive the glory, and rob the only one who is worthy of such glory and needing to be encouraged by brothers and sisters in the faith. This is the line every believer walks. Fighting the war…the spirit vs the flesh… Doing the things we don’t want to do and not doing the things we do want to do.
But it is those in Ministry positions, those pastors… The senior, associate, children’s, youth, worship, addiction… Whatever precedes the term pastor, these are the people that have to walk such a thin line, so thin that to take our eyes off of the goal, off of the prize, that we fall by the wayside.
It is this line that we live and die by. For to seek recognition to fulfil some fallen desire is to give in to the flesh warring within us. And yet, to be encouraged in a healthy manner all while giving glory to Christ and continually pointing all people to Him, is to live a life by the Spirit of God.
So I encourage you. Man, woman, boy, girl, teacher or hearer, encourage the brethren. Lift them up and let them know they are appreciated. Let them know they are needed. Let them know their service is not in vain. Remind them of Isaiah 53:10-11.
“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it. “
Remind them that God’s Word will do exactly what HE has decreed they will do. Pray for them. Come alongside them as Aaron and Hur did for Moses.
But Moses’ hands grew weary, so they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it, while Aaron and Hur held up his hands, one on one side, and the other on the other side. So his hands were steady until the going down of the sun. Exodus 17:12
We need you. I need you. The world needs us. Let’s do this together.