The Dangers of Professional Christianity

Does anyone know that the liturgical calendar calls the Sunday after Christmas?

Answer – Assistant Pastor’s Sunday.

Okay, it’s not an actual liturgical day – but boy am I glad the Assistant Pastor could fill in for me.

The last time I had taken a full day off from work was when I was on bedrest following a week in the hospital – and even then I started back to work before the Doctor’s recommended timeline.  I was feeling burned out. I just had to make it through Christmas Eve – and Christmas day since it fell on a Sunday – then I could finally get away for a little bit.

I read somewhere that there are a couple of clues to when a Pastor needs to take a break:

  1. When he repeats the same sermon two weeks in a row and the congregation doesn’t notice, and
  2. When he repeats the same sermon two weeks in a row and he doesn’t notice.

I hadn’t gotten to that point, but I was close.  Spending time away from the church – which is difficult for me since I live directly across the street from it – helped me to see how close I had come to a burnout.  From the realistic understanding that the work of the Church is essential, important, and urgent, to the unrealistic expectation that I can do it all myself and in my own strength; I stood little chance of survival.  I was increasingly frustrated with myself, making careless mistakes, growing short-tempered, and becoming an overall “bah-humbug.”  (My apologies to my family for bringing this on during Christmas, too – we always hurt the one’s we love…) Getting away for a week and realizing that the church would go on, even thrive, without me gave me that little jolt I need to get back into the proper perspective.

The time away also helped me to see that while my walk with Christ is essential to  my pastoral ministry, my pastoral ministry may often be a detriment to my walk with Christ.   There are several traps that are easy to fall into as a Pastor, shortcuts that seem to help make discipleship and pastoral ministry go hand in hand, but in reality, destroy both.

Here are just a few examples:

(Warning – there’s some brutally honest self disclosure coming here!)

Substituting Spiritual Studies for Spiritual Life

My workweek usually requires writing two sermons, planning and leading two worship services, writing a Sunday School and a Wednesday night bible study, writing this blog, and the occasional bible studies, devotions, and weddings and funerals – not to mention visitations, meetings, and the administration responsibilities of pastoral care.  Oh, and did I mention I have a wife and 4 kids, too.

It is a joy to be called by a congregation to study, teach, and preach God’s Word, yet there are often times when the tyranny of the urgent, the never ending, relentless onslaught of Sundays overwhelms and incapacitates.  And then sacrifices are made.  The quiet time of study and reflection, listening to God’s Word for me personally is crowded out by the need to find something that I’m supposed to say to my congregation.  The time on my knees in prayer and fellowship with God finds its way to a prayer at the pastor’s desk.  Worship becomes work. Sanctification becomes sanctimony.  What should nourish and feed the Spirit becomes a drain, until you’re left, well, like this:


Time away from the pulpit, from the office, from the demands of ministry, help me to find the peace and joy of stopping and dwelling in the presence of God.  Like that break in college when you went home, just for a bit, to be nurtured, strengthened, and rejuvenated for the return to reality – we all need moments when we can return to home base with God, resting and waiting upon Him.  Proverbs 18:10 says, “The name of the LORD is a strong tower; the righteous man runs into it and is safe.” I’m not one to run from my problems, but there are times when all you can do is drop everything and run to the Lord.  Only then can you find the strength and the wisdom to face what’s before you.

Worship as Perpetual Motion

I was sitting in worship in another Presbyterian Church on Sunday, with relative anonymity and no responsibility other than that I was there to worship God.  In that moment it dawned on me that I had gotten to the point where my preparation for worship, and my experience in worship on a Sunday morning had become an act of perpetual motion rather than heartfelt worship.  Like the “white-washed tombs,” I had fallen into a Pharisaical practice of having the name of God on my lips while He was far from my heart.

Okay, so maybe that’s a bit harsh, but maybe you know what I’m talking about.  Sundays came and went as a matter of course; I was going through the motions of worship, occasionally allowing my heart to actually break into what I was doing, but more often than not, that just took too much out of me – so I had to keep it all bottled up for the sake of moving forward.  When all the while, it was holding me back.

John Bunyan once wrote, “In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.”  Amen. Worship isn’t really worship if you’r heart is a million miles away.  If you’r heart isn’t fixed on God in worship, it isn’t a praise song, no matter how many times you repeat the chorus.

It took getting away from leading worship for a Sunday to get myself back into the right perspective for worship.  I’m only too grateful that God saw fit to show me this and restoration a heart of praise.

Trusting What’s Works Rather Than The One Who Works

Finally, it is all too easy to rely on the tools of the trade, rather than the Hands of the Master.  I have a pretty framed degree from a rather prestigious seminary on my wall – that should account for something, right?  I know my Greek and Hebrew, and can exegete a text forwards and backwards.  I bring a natural comfort to the pulpit, an easy manner in speaking, and that helps me communicate with the congregation.  With all of that going for me, this whole ministry thing should come together pretty well, shouldn’t it.

The temptation in ministry is to rely on my skills, my professional development, my education, my talents, my resources… You see what’s happening there.  If that’s the source of ministry, then all you’ll get is me.  Trust me, no one needs more of me.

Instead, all of this pedigree for ministry is simply rubbish compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus.  How does Paul put in in Philippians:

But whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ. Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith— that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, that by any means possible I may attain the resurrection from the dead. (Philippians 3:7–11)

Interestingly, that was my foundation verse when I was in Seminary. Whatever I was confronted with, I would come back to this passage – I want to know Christ above all things, before all things, in all things.  It’s funny, that need never really goes away.

So – a huge thank you to my congregation and elders and assistant Pastor for making time away possible.  A huge thank you to my family and friends for bearing with me as I worked through all of this.  And a huge thank you to my savior, for being eternally patient with this work in progress.


Pastor Arrested While on Vacation

“O Lord, God of my salvation; I cry out day and night before you…” (Psalm 88:1 ESV)

I was arrested while on vacation in Colorado.

No, not like that. Sorry to cause you undo panic. The Colorado police didn’t track me down. Rather, I was arrested by a higher authority, the highest, you could say.

I had gone on vacation looking for some time of quiet reflection, encouragement, and renewal. I knew I’d be spending time the mountains, and I was so looking forward to have some quiet time alone in prayer and meditation on God’s word. Sure enough, I found the time, but it wasn’t what I expected.

Saturday morning, in the Sangre De Cristo Mountains, I had hoped to open the Scriptures and read something like, “How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news, who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, “Your God reigns” (Isa 52:7) – particularly fitting for a mountainside devotion, right?

Instead, my daily reading sent me to Psalm 88, “O Lord, God of my salvation; I cry out day and night before you…”

I couldn’t get past this one verse. My conscience wouldn’t allow it. If the Psalms are the prayer-book of the Bible, and I want to read through these prayers honestly and sincerely, what right did I have to claim this verse that morning. “Day and night I come before you…,” hardly! Here’s my typical day:

Wake up to the kids running to our bedroom, wanting breakfast…
Quickly preparing to go to work, while keeping peace between the Hottentots, who, after being well fed, are now wrestling in the living room…
Arriving in the office with messages, mail, a sermon and newsletter article to write, plans to make, people to visit, general busyness piled so high I have job security until I die…
Coming home late because I can’t keep track of time…
Feeding, bathing, reading to, and bedding the children…
Crashing on the bed, asleep before I hit the pillow, lucky if I managed to talk with the wife for 5 minutes…

And that doesn’t include the upcoming chaos of school, sports, church meetings, and the other assortments of mayhem and confusion. Beginning and ending the day crying out to the Lord, I wish.

As I dwelt on this passage, though, I realized that was the problem. I had let the busyness of the day, the “tyranny of the urgent” as one author put it, distract me and consume me. Rather than doing the one thing that could support and encourage me in all the rest, I was running on my own power and operating by my own wisdom (and we all know how far that will go).

I went into my vacation hoping for a time to get re-focused, and that’s surely what God was doing. God arrested me, took a moment to help me see the truth about myself, and broke me of my frantic compulsion to do rather than to just be.

Day and night I cry out to you… What joy, what strength, what peace we can know when we begin and end each day with the Lord. There is something to be said for Brother Lawrence’s Practicing the Presence of God, in which every activity throughout the day is an act of prayer; but there is also something to be said for taking time at the beginning and end of each day specifically for communion with the Lord. In Bonheoffer’s seminary community, students were allowed to talk to one another until after their morning worship, and after evening prayer, not a word was said. The first and last words of the day were between you and the Lord.

I’ve been paroled, if you will, released under the careful watch of my Savior, who continues by the power of His Spirit to transform and shape me. Hopefully, by speaking with the Lord morning and night, I will not venture too far from Him during the day. Hope to see you on the journey!