Jeremiah 31:27-34; Psalm 119:97-104; (Genesis 32:22-31; Psalm 121;) 2 Timothy 3:14-4:5; Luke 18:1-8
Job 38:1-7, (34-41); Psalm 104:1-9, 24, 35c; (Isaiah 53:4-12; Psalm 91:9-16;) Hebrews 5:1-10; Mark 10:35-45
Exodus 33:12-23; Psalm 99; (Isaiah 45:1-7; Psalm 96:1-9, [10-13];) 1 Thessalonians 1:1-10; Matthew 22:15-22
James and John McZebedee matriculated at my seminary again this fall. The “Sons of Entitlement,” I call them. They are usually—but not always—young and white in addition to being male. They have typically grown up in the church, attended Christian colleges and majored in religion. They like to refer to their mental index of Theologians Worth Reading and readily scoff at those theologians they have not read (and so are not worth reading).
I was emphasizing to parents of confirmands that the young people should be with their families in worship as part of their preparation for membership. “I’m afraid we don’t have time for worship,” one mother told me after the meeting. Her words were soothing and gentle, yet they sounded condescending, as if she were explaining something to a not-very-bright child. “We’ve committed to soccer and cheerleading for my youngest on Sunday mornings. We have a full plate."
While wrestling with me and my hesitations, down along the riverbank, God whispered in my ear, “Barb: If you are going to tell a story, tell my story.” Ever since that day, honoring that stipulation has been part of the privilege and part of the burden in this vocation called ministry.
Edgar lived alone in a welfare motel among prostitutes and drug abusers. He was a bit rough around the edges and would sometimes get loud and demanding. But for all his rough edges, Edgar was the only person who passed for a pastor in that backwater parish of broken souls. And there could be no more fertile soil for biblical "church growth" than the concrete motel parking lot and those waiting children of God with their wisdom "from below."