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He sat across from me at the Day Cafe. It was
the first time we'd seen each other in years, and we were catching up on
each other's lives. He leaned across his breakfast: "It's only been
in the last couple of years," he confessed, "that I've been able
to live on the basis of grace." This man had been a missionary, then
a pastor, and was now a highly regarded executive in a sister denomination.
He was capable, energetic, effective, but I saw that grace was bringing
a gentleness to his eyes and a depth to his words. His self-revelation resonated
with me. I understood what he was talking about.
I was at my 82-year-old mother's bedside. Hospitalized for a couple of weeks
without a clear diagnosis, now facing probable open-heart valve-replacement
surgery, she was discouraged. A missionary, a godly woman of prayer and
preacher of grace, my mother was now questioning whether she had what she
needed to hang on to God during whatever the next days would bring. She
had preached grace to others, but found it hard to live by grace in what
she thought might be her last days. It was my privilege to say to her, "Mom,
it isn't a question of your hanging on to God for dear life. God will not
let go of you."
Gifted with a firstborn's sense of responsibility, reared in the well-meaning
but rather ungracious atmosphere of a British boarding school in South India,
and educated in "perfectionist" theology, I had found that I could
talk grace, but it was another thing to feel it, live it and show it to
other people.
When I was years out of seminary, approaching midlife, I finally began coming
to grips with grace. Grace now reminded me of the old advertisement for
Rolaids. "How do you spell relief?" asked the commercial. Instead
of "R-O-L-A-I-D-S" I spelled it "G-R-A-C-E." But decades
of imprinting and habit are hard to break. A high standard, perhaps even
a perfectionist standard for ministry performance, continues to make grace
difficult to live. Along with my 50-something friend, these days I'm learning
about living on the basis of grace, even though I'm not always there yet.
I continue to believe that the early church fathers, John Wesley, and exponents
of the holiness movement were right in calling Christians to the highest
God has for us. But that highest, that perfection, is one of love. "Perfect
love" was Wesley's favorite and most realistic understanding of Christian
holiness. Furthermore, what draws us to love God and love others is God's
gracious love for us.
Now I find that God's grace as motivator, liberator and identity-giver is
absolutely the central core of life and ministry. Without regular infusions
of grace, I cannot be an effective lover to my wife of more than 30 years
and parent to my grown children. Unless I live by grace and in grace, I
am not vital as staff leader, pastoral friend, preacher, teacher, worship
guide, organizational administrator.
When I don't live by grace, fear of failure leads me to back away from taking
risks. When grace isn't a persistent lifestyle, the risk of failure looks
daunting, especially for a cautious person like me.
When I don't live by grace, I'm either too hard on my co-workers and family
or I swallow my concerns and do nothing for fear of being misunderstood
or disliked. Neither alternative conveys the grace of God that comes through
loving acceptance or gracious confrontation.
When I don't live by grace, assessing my value means listening to church-growth
experts, other churches' statistics and my own insecurity rather than to
God's tender voice affirming, "You are my well?beloved son."
Does your identity plummet when you are criticized at work or at church?
What happens when you fail to live up to your own or other people's standards?
Do you have the kind of grace-built confidence that empowers risk-taking
and change?
These are not questions just for pastors and Christian leaders, but for
any who want to talk grace and live it too.
The following are some things I'm learning to do, which are helping me keep
the flow of grace strong and fresh in my life.
I come back to grace every day.
It's all too easy for me as a responsibility-oriented, perfectionist-inclined
person to backslide into the pressure and stress of ungracious living. Day
by day I find I must take my stand again, along with Martin Luther, on the
platform of grace -- affirming, believing, resting in the conviction that
I am accepted by God through Christ today. And when I fall off that platform,
as I sometimes do, I have to climb back and take my stand again on grace
for that day.
I read the Psalms a lot.
The worldview of the Psalms points me to God. Here are the emotional outpourings
of people who, like me, seemed to fail, fret and fuss. But time and time
again they turned their stressed eyes back to God, their Powerful Lover,
Refuge and Savior. This great and gracious God was the One to whom they
belonged and who could be trusted to meet their needs.
I read authors who affirm my pastoral role, which I believe is God-given.
For me, this role springs from a solid theology of church and spiritual
leadership, rather than merely from sociology and opinion polls. I take
refuge from the "how?to?do?it" people when I drink deeply from
authors who remind me that pastoring is primarily being God's person in
the midst of God's people, leading in worship and announcing God's good
news of grace. If I weren't a pastor, I'd find authors who affirm my identity
in Christ, build my spirit, help me pray, and assist toward being a gracious
and Christlike person.
I make personal prayer and congregational worship central to my life.
Long morning walks alone help me refocus daily on God and grace through
meditation and prayer. It's in prayer that contemplates who God is that
I'm daily in touch with grace. It's in the worship of the community that
my sense of grace is renewed week by week. During a recent sabbatical visit
to Britain, I had the opportunity to worship several times in the Anglican
liturgy. The music and words of ancient times washed over my spirit in deep,
renewing waves of grace.
I work at forgiving myself for not getting everything done and for not
being able to be all things to all people.
Yes, I work hard and I do extend myself to serve people. But I'm not always
the right one to connect everyone with God. That used to trouble me terribly.
But increasingly I'm glad for other staff members, women pastors and laypeople
who sometimes minister in ways I cannot.
I try to assess my motivations for serving God.
Is it the love of a gracious God that draws me to extend myself in 60-70
hour weeks, or is it pressure to perform, succeed, look good? "Burnout"
most often happens when work has lost its grace motivation and is being
pushed around and pressured by something less than grace.
I avoid confusing grace with careless laxity.
God's love, which is grace to us, is holy love. This kind of love flourishes
when there are boundaries, limits and standards. Carelessness and eventual
moral collapse happen when these are lacking. Responding to God's grace
means loving God in return. And we love God by obeying Him, says the Apostle
John. In three years as chair of a conference board, I had to be involved
in suspending five pastors for misconduct. It was extremely painful to have
to draw the line of acceptable behavior for leaders. But I am convinced
the line was drawn in grace and with the offer of restoration. When I repent
and confess my sins, I am open to God's grace. When I call others to the
same repentance and confession before God, we together experience the grace
of forgiveness.
David Seamands, my pastor in seminary, used to say, "Grace is the face
God wears when He meets our imperfection, sin, weakness and failure."
That's the Face I need to focus on for my own salvation, but also in my
day-by-day living. Now I am not only talking about grace more, but also
learning better how to live grace day by day. |
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