Husband. Dad to 5. Student Ministry Pastor. Follower of Jesus. Yatta yatta.

FRIENDS ARE FEW AND FAR BETWEEN

I’ve had to come to some tough realizations this last 4 months or so about friends and this post is more vulnerable than feels safe to me… but here goes:

1. Ministry feels lonelier than ever. I have very few close friendships with men my age. Seminary is both a hard and weird place to build friends. Youth pastor network meetings are not filled with men who wear their need for friendship on their shirt sleeve (myself included) and this is only complicated by sporadic attendance by many of them. In my church, very few of my peers want to involve themselves with a teenager, they have their own jobs and kids to contend with- so I don’t have many men my age I serve with.
2. I am a slow builder of deep friendships. They come over time, need to have a natural feel, and it’s hard to feel safe with someone who will simply love you, faults and all. (especially as a pastor living in a 2500 person fish bowl we call the church) This is complicated by past wounds in ways I’m only partly aware of I’m sure.
3. I have some “peer friends” on our street, but no one I can open my life up to over a cup of coffee or a beer in my back yard. It’s just casual friendships.
4. Over time, either myself or my friends move. Almost all of my deepest friendships, from college onward, even many of the ones I’ve tried to start here in the last 4 years, have in one way or another moved on. All of my really deep friendships are living not minutes, but hours or even days from here. Distance has complicated things that technology cannot solve.
5. I think I really need a mens and/or a couples small group. I’ve tried to start one a few times with a few couples in our church, but our schedules end up clashing and it becomes impractical. There are some existing small groups, but they are not easily broken into and it also requires someone who not only I feel safe with, but Shannon as well.
6. Financially, a couples small group costs me close to $20 a week in child care unless we can find a time and place where we can pool that resource. That adds up fast. I think I have to budget for this need.
7. I need to deal with this issue this year. I’m trying to put together a group of guys who, might even travel from across states to meet up. I think I still need some weekly stuff. This is not a “drama filled” process like some sorta hold over from teenage life, it’s a soul level reality I need to wrestle with this year I think.
8. I wish I had a brother. No offense to my sister or my wife. I just hope my sons realize what a treasure they have in brothers. I pray they grow up to be tight friends. I hope they travel across states to hang out once year as adults- with or without me.
9. I have a lot of soul searching to do in this area. Some say leadership roles are lead by lonely people. I’m not buying that- I think it’s a load of crap someone is using to cover up their own pain. I’m sure I’m a BIG part of the problem and it might take some tears to shake the truth out of hiding. Maybe this is part of my pruning. I hope they come from someone who loves me and not from the wounds of someone who is hurt or angry.
10. The hardest question to truly wrestle with in all of this: “Who considers me to be a deep and close friend?”
“Friends come and friends go, but a true friend sticks by you like family.” Proverbs 18:24 (The message) Lord help me to live with and be that kind of friend.

OVERHEARD AT SOCCER

My U12 soccer team is mostly middle school boys.  I guess you could say it’s my boys small group.  I love to clown with them and challenge them to give me their best all at the same time.   Today I had a few conversations at practice I thought I’d share.

Before practice, while one early kid was there with me I had the following conversation:
Me: How was school?
Kid: Boring.
Me: Why was it boring?
Kid: We do english for like 2 hours and then math for like an hour and then science for like 3 minutes and science is my favorite subject.
Me: Has it been like this for long?
Kid: No, it just got worse lately.
Me: Well, maybe it will get better.
Kid: Probably not, I’ve been going to this school forever.
Me: What school is it?
Kid: Such and such Christian School.
Me: Is it at a church? 
Kid: Yes, it’s at such and such baptist church, my dad is the pastor there.
Me: Oh, was your dad at our game on Saturday.
Kid: No, my dad is always gone.
Me: Oh, how often do you see your dad?
Kid: About one week a month.  He travels a lot preaching.
Me: Oh…. (note to self, don’t tell this kid I’m a pastor)
Later, after we ran a lap…. this announcement from another kid.
Kid: I’m sorry if I’m a little down today.  School started today and I have to take my pill and I can’t have any sugar either.
Me: Oh… (note to self, this kid is on downer drugs.  I’m slipping him a candy bar at practice so he can run)

ANOTHER FAMILY FIRST

We have had our share of family firsts: first born, first house, first job, first trip to Africa, yatta yatta.

As far as firsts go, last year was pretty unique. It was the first and only year with all 3 boys in the same all day school.

Well, today was yet another first. Today is Shannon and I’s first official first day as parents of a Middle Schooler! Today T.J. started Middle School in the 6th grade. Tyler is in 3rd grade and Jake is now in 1st.

To commemorate the start of this new school year, I have deemed Monday (my day off) as “walk to school day.” So, in honor of my edict, we all walked to school- even Zeus came. Afterwards Shannon and I went to starbucks, came home, ran a grip of errands, made some lunch, and headed back to pick up the boys, run some more errands, make dinner, and then do some more gardening. Quite the full day.

Here’s a collage of the first day of the Berrytribe 08/09 school year. Man time flies.

PRUNING

Sunday I came home from a wedding and drove up to my house and said, “That’s all I can stanz and I can’t stanz no more, I’m pruning the ice plant.” So instead of napping (which is what I really wanted to do), I braved the heat with my cutting shears and headed for the front yard.

An hour or so later, I ended up with what is below. It has become about a 3x a year ritual to keep the iceplant from overtaking my rocks.


All of that green stuff pictured on the right was covering about half of the rocks you now see on the left! Pruning is a necessary part of a healthy garden. It’s also a necessary part of a healthy spiritual life. Which brings me to why I chose to snap this pic. As I was gardening, I felt like God said some bad news and some good news to me.

Bad news: while pruning is hard work and often painful, I think that’s what God has in store for me in the coming months. We have some pruning to do.

Good news: pruning from God always leads to a harvest in the future.

“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.” John 15:1-2

GUTSY FAITH

I was getting caught up on some blogs after Africa and I ran across a reference to this video of a friend of mine. I’d like to say I have this kind of faith. I’d like to say I’m listening to God this attentively. I want my life to make these kind of decisions. But…. I wonder what I’d have said with 3 kids, a mortgage, and no clear alternative plan if I sat around this table.

I used to do youth ministry down the street from Jarrett Stevens when he looked around him as a youth pastor and saw a church he didn’t fit in. So he quit his job and moved to Chicago to go to Moody. That decision eventually lead him to serve at Willow Creek Community Church. That eventually led him to get hired to run their college ministry. He then left Willow Creek to go serve under Andy Stanley at their new Buckhead campus. Now he’s laying that on the line to follow Jesus again. Thanks for truly leading and constantly risking Jarrett. I’m proud of you.

I wonder if I’d have the confidence to trust Jesus and leave or risk leaving 2 of what many would consider to be “dream jobs” to follow Jesus. I’d like to say yes, but staying on the razor’s edge of faith is easier said than done.

I’ve been kicking around a quote I heard at the leadership summit this year, one that is said by the same pastor quoted in this pivotal video in the life of 7/22 above. It is this: “I realized that I had become a full time pastor and a part time follower of Jesus.” I fear at times that this has been me. I don’t want this to be one of those times. I don’t want to do what everyone else is doing so I can become what God has not called me to be. I want to do what only God has called me to do with a gutsy faith that is willing to risk it all for the Kingdom of God.

I only pray God gives me what it takes to actually jump when he calls.