This past weekend, we held a small group training at my church, Foothills Church, for up-and-coming potential small group leaders. This training is not a normal training though, in my experience, at least. We spent two days being intentional about training our soon-t0-be small group leaders on our discipleship strategy, the art of being a good facilitator, while also pushing them to see some of their blind spots. This last thing often makes people feel a little uncomfortable, as we breakdown personality traits, leadership ability, and spiritual gifts, pushing them to think through hard things. The ultimate goal of the training, however, is not to become a good small group leader. It is, ultimately, to become more like Jesus. During the first night of training, we take all of the potential leaders through how a regular small group would run. From the beginning to the end, we have a small group, as if we would one in someone’s living room. During this particular small group training, I began by telling the story of the Prodigal Son. And what happened blew me away.
Over the past year, the story of the Prodigal Son has been a thorn in my side, of sorts. I have told the story to small groups, to potential leaders, etc., almost 10 times over the past year. After the story is told, the facilitator poses this question to the group: ”What character do you find yourself relating to the most?”
I guess this question has been more of a thorn than the actual story itself though. I go around the room and listen to everybody tell which character their life or past life most resembles. Maybe it’s the older brother who finds himself in jealousy because of his faithfulness to his family, though his family seems to uphold and champion the immorality of the younger. Or, maybe it’s the younger brother who goes through a time of rebellion, reflecting the Christian who back-slides, or the teenager who raises hell, instead of hearts. Or even more, maybe it’s the father who is praying for the younger son to return home, or the heart of stone of the older child to turn to a heart redeemed by the gospel. Either way, everybody seems to relate to one or the other. Obviously, we all relate to the younger son, as believers, in the way the Father saves us through the blood of Jesus, restoring our relationship with him.
However, over the last year, I have racked my brain on which character I, myself, actually relate to in this story. I don’t relate to the rebel brother, or the jealous brother, or the father. Am I the servant? Or the fattened calf? It can’t be!
As I was listening to the stories of those at our training this weekend, it clicked.
I am the young son before he rebels, I thought.
I went home and thought more about it. I am the younger son who has been given many blessings, and by the grace of God, I have not yet squandered it. I have, however, committed my roll-a-dex of sins. I have had my struggles throughout the years. But it seems that my life is reflective more of the younger son that has yet to live with the swines. As I look over my life, I see the blessings the Father has shared with me. I have one gorgeous and faithful wife. I have one unbelievably beautiful daughter. I have a growing student ministry in a growing church under the title of student pastor. I have the opportunity to take missions teams all over the world under the title of missions pastor. I have the opportunity to write and speak and preach and make disciples. I have an amazing immediate family and extended family, on both sides. I have great friends who encourage, inspire, and rebuke when needed. I have much. I have too much. All of which has been given to me by the grace of God, the Father, alone. Nothing deserved. Though never rebelled, either.
And what scares me…
All of this could be taken away at the snap of a finger, leaving me as the younger brother who lives with the swine.
I pray, on my knees, and with extended hands, that criticism would not break me, as I have seen it break so many other younger pastors — and sent them away from ministry for the pursuit of something “easier.” I pray for a strong back-bone and tough skin. And I pray, with a heavy and careful heart, that I would be a Godly man and pastor who would live his life above reproach… for the rest of his life. I want accountability. I want my wife to know all of my passwords. I want older men and brothers in Christ always asking me the hard questions. I want, as Billy Graham has stated, “to always have safeguards in my life against the Serpent.”
I want to look back on 50+ years of ministry and always be the younger son who never squandered his inheritance, who never left his Father’s house, and who never lived with the pigs. And by the grace and favor of God, I pray that for you as well.








February 11, 2012
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