Begin again

The past few years has been an incredible journey, from burnout in 2015, to facing my brokenness in 2016, to loss, grief and humiliation in 2017, to recovery and wholeness in 2018 and now to 2019 – restoration!

This last twelve months I have been discerning vocation for ordained ministry in the Church of England.

The journey of discerning vocation has included visiting twenty-three different Church of England buildings; completing fifteen different forms, documents and declarations; preparing ten written reflections and essays; exploring nine Church of England publications, articles and papers; reading twenty-seven books; and spending over one hundred hours face-to-face with eleven different priests, two different bishops and one archbishop in various settings and contexts.

The journey of discernment has been exactly that, both for me and my family, and for the Church of England. We have been on a shared journey of understanding each other better and discerning God’s will for my life.

Last week was the final part of my discernment journey: a national three-day residential selection conference with the Bishops’ Advisory Panel (BAP), which itself had eight different stages of evaluation against nine different criteria. I was particularly reflective on Tuesday, falling on the two-year anniversary of what would transpire to be my reluctant and tearful farewell to the congregation that I had first joined in 1991, aged 11.

On Thursday afternoon this week, I was moved with tears again as I learned the outcome of my BAP. My discernment journey had concluded: I have been recommended by the national Bishops’ Advisory Panel and will be sponsored by a Bishop for training for ministry towards being ordained as a Priest in the Church of England!

I am delighted to be starting at ‘vicar school’ in London in September this year, with a placement serving as an Ordinand (student priest) at St John’s Crawley for at least three years.

It has been a unique and formative experience for so many different people to be involved in my life throughout the discernment journey. Some of whom have thoroughly examined me and got to know me very well, and others who met me only briefly for specific reasons and whom I may never see again.

God has graciously replanted me and my family into a church context where I can be who I really am, where I can be who I was made to be, and where I can serve in a capacity I was made and called to serve in. I have found a place where I am heard and known and rightly understood and loved for who I am, and where others can be heard and known and rightly understood and loved for who they are.

Before I explored the Church of England, I thought I knew what it was, and not much of what I thought was positive: cold, stale, boring, outdated, religious, dark and dead. I was wrong. The Church of England is not all what I thought or understood it to be. It’s an absolute joy to be involved in a church network seeking to be genuinely and wholeheartedly engaged in the evangelisation of the nation, the revitalisation of the church and the transformation of society.

I went to the Church of England for a rest, for recovery from disillusionment, for healing my bruised soul and for restoration of my crushed spirit. I didn’t go to the Church of England to pursue ministry, but despite the difficulties and pain of the past, the same call of God on my life remains. The vocation that had previously begun to be worked out through eldership in the free church, is now being worked out through priesthood in the Church of England.

The Church of England is a place where hope, peace and life have been restored to me. I am looking forward to committing the rest of my days to loving and serving God through loving and serving people – the very thing I was called to do some years ago.

Over the next three years, as I study, train and prepare for ordained ministry, I will begin to loosen roots in the business that I have spent the last eight years rebuilding and reordering. I’m now beginning to hand on a business that has grown and become more successful year-on-year, every year, for the last 7 years. We have just concluded what will be one of the most successful years – if not the most successful year – in the history of the company. This time last week I was celebrating with my colleagues having just won a regional business award. Through some challenging times, I have spent the last eleven years investing a big part of my life in the business. Over the next three years, as I step into the vocation I am called to, I will be handing the business on to others. The business has been a blessing to me and to my family, and now I pray it will continue to be a blessing to many more after me.

I am absolutely thrilled to have the opportunity to…

Begin again.

Thanks be to God.

Allotments

We’ve all been given many and varied allotments – discrete gifts to be cultivated and used. These allotments take many forms, two of the most obvious being time, and money. I believe the allotments we each have at our disposal are given to us by God, not be wasted or allowed to rest dormant, but rather to be used for the good of our neighbour and for the glory of God. Neighbour is meant in the broadest sense of the word; our neighbour is not just the person living next door to us. Our neighbour could be a close friend, or a stranger on the street; it is the person before us or alongside us in any situation or context of life.

How do we use our allotments for the glory of God? We recognise that every good thing we have is a gift, and we use whatever we have received in such a way as to consistently point back to the goodness of the giver. We recognise and appreciate the gift, but we enjoy and make much more of the giver. That means we don’t use our allotments selfishly; we recognise that whatever we have is not just for us. Our allotments are not to waste, or to leave dormant; neither are they for us to keep and accumulate for ourselves. But rather they are to share for the good of others too – this is the principle of responsible stewardship.

I believe we each have a responsibility to recognise our finitude, and to steward our allotments accordingly.

Time is one allotment that we all have, the measure of which none of us can know. Life can surprise us, both with its incredible resilience and stubborn longevity, and with its sometimes-sudden brevity and fragility. Either way, time does not stand still. There is not an endless supply of time – making it one of the most valuable allotments we have, and therefore one of the most valuable things we can give.

Our allotment of financial resource is also limited. Regardless of how much financial resource and capacity we each have today, it will one day be meaningless. “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return.” Birth and death are great levellers: every one of us came with nothing, and every one of us will return with nothing. No matter how much we might each manage to accumulate in between these two events, empty handed we arrived, and empty handed we will leave.

We each have an allotment of financial resource to use during our limited allotment of time. There will be a day when we will have no more opportunity to use our allotments to do good, so let’s use what we have all the while we can.

Let’s help one another to identify the many and diverse allotments we each have, and encourage one another to use those allotments collectively for the good of our neighbours, and for the glory of God.

Change

Suzanne and I have invested what feels like some of the prime years of our life together – the decade in which our children were growing from birth – at Kings Church. Those years have, for the most part, been some of our best. Developments in the recent past, however, have resulted in the most painful and bewildering experience we have ever known in Church life.

A previous post still holds true, albeit the hope of remaining part of the family at Kings diminishes day-by-day, we’re not yet ready to completely relinquish that hope. As that post made mention, we are no longer parked up in neutral with the handbrake on.

In recent months, we have regularly joined with a congregation in Brighton on Sundays, not with a view to settling, but with a view to recharging and going again. Brighton was never going to be a long-term stop for us, but we were so in need of a safe place to rest and heal without any pressure.

During our short time in Brighton, we experienced nurturing care, and witnessed genuinely humble and gracious leadership. There was no coercive language, no compulsion, no hard sell, and no obvious sign of any hidden agendas bubbling out of Sunday morning sermons. It felt healthy and wholesome. The teaching was not lengthy or laboured; with straight forward messages – uncomplicated, and accessible for all to grasp. We never left a Sunday morning feeling worse than when we arrived; we were never befuddled by the jargon or vocabulary. We never felt like we were part of anyone’s personal project, and what we experienced always felt like the stuff of genuine, healthy, authentic kingdom of God. Week after week, we heard and saw how this congregation connected people, from all sorts of backgrounds, with good news. We so quickly thrived being amongst a genuinely diverse body of people. It just felt honest, and that sat well with us.

The more we experienced in Brighton, the more we came to recognise that the church life we had known for so many years had become, amongst other things, just too complicated.

Within a short period of time, we were both feeling strengthened and built back up – we were being restored. We found that Sunday mornings had once again become times of great gladness and celebration for us. We worked through some issues of forgiveness, which has been key for us in working towards health and wholeness. We learned to hope again, to dream again, to get excited again – our souls were being restored.

We knew some months ago of the proposal to invest in Crawley with a new congregation. Whilst we didn’t go to Brighton solely with that purpose in mind, it was always within the realms of possibility for us, God willing. And surely, as we begun to push the door open, God has shown us some of the opportunities to love and to serve people in ways that we have never had opportunity before. There is so much opportunity to meet need in Crawley – to love and to serve and, most of all, to connect people to good news.

The more we talked together about being a part of the team establishing a new work in Crawley, the more we began to feel refreshed, energised, invigorated and envisioned. And so, we began to walk quite deliberately towards Crawley, building connections and beginning to develop relationships with others on a journey towards the same destination.

Here we are, some months on from having first begun that walk, and we feel the peace and grace of God on us to go again, to hope again, to get excited again, and to dream again.

We don’t have a clear picture yet of what life looks like for us long term, but we have decided that, in this next season, we are going to give our best to invest in this new work of God in Crawley.

We are thrilled to be amongst a small number of people who will be coming together this week, for the first time on a Sunday morning, to celebrate the Lord Jesus Christ, and all that he will do through this new congregation in Crawley.

This blog post is a marker on our journey, it’s part of our story – our ‘God Story’. It is not written about anyone else, or to cause offense to anyone, but intended simply as an honest and authentic sharing of this season of our lives.

Liam and Suzanne

Route Barrée

Pray then like this:

“Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.

Matthew 6:9-15

The only part of Jesus’ model for prayer – often referred to as the Lord’s Prayer – that is restated and expanded upon immediately following, is that which relates to forgiveness.

It seems that, if we take nothing else away from these few verses, the most important thing to understand is this: we must forgive others.

These last two verses have, for me, generally served as something of, what the French call, a Ralentisseur – speed bump.

You see the sign on the approach to a Ralentisseur, you know it’s coming, you know what you need to do: slow down, navigate it, and move on safely. No damage is done, the obstruction served its purpose; that is, you forgive, and you continue unperturbed. I have generally found that forgiveness is not a difficult process to navigate. That might perhaps be because I have been fortunate enough to have found no offense too great to quickly and readily forgive.

In the recent past, I have had to navigate some difficult and painful circumstances. As a result, there were some issues of forgiveness that were at risk of becoming less like a Ralentisseur, and more like a Route Barrée – road closed.

If you’ve ever encountered a Route Barrée on your travels, whether in the UK or abroad, you will know that, in the absence of a formal, well organised and well-signposted diversion route, it can be quite difficult to continue your journey without first stopping to make a new plan.

In the last twelve months, uncharacteristically for me, I have experienced something of what I would describe as a ‘Route Barrée paralysis’ beginning to build relating to some issues of forgiveness. That is, I felt unable to move on because I did not know what to do, or how to process forgiveness constructively in the circumstances.

In recent weeks, as I’ve sought to practice forgiveness, I’ve pushed through the Route Barrée. I say practice because, unless it’s the ‘small stuff’, I don’t believe it’s something we can just do without practice.

This blog is not about the circumstances that caused the obstruction; it identifies some of the lessons I’ve learned as I’ve sought to practice forgiveness.

There is no diversion route

There is no valid diversion around the Route Barrée. To seek a diversion route is to seek a route other than forgiveness. There is no diversion route around forgiveness – there is not meant to be.

I am confident that whatever else God might be doing, wherever else He might be leading, He will certainly not lead us around forgiveness. For God, forgiveness is a non-negotiable; He will not take us along a path that will distract us from forgiveness. He might be gracious enough to give us time and space to work out what forgiveness looks like, but not so much that we will be allowed to avoid it altogether.

We simply must forgive.

Forgiveness may be something that cannot be done lightly, quickly or easily. Nevertheless, it is a non-negotiable of the Christian life and it can be one of the most difficult things to work through.

I had never previously identified the propensity within myself for an unforgiving spirit, though it must have always been there. It’s likely there had never been cause or circumstance to identify it. I’m grateful now for circumstances that allowed me to see an aspect of my character in need of change.

At one point, forgiveness seemed such a distance away – a step too far. It seemed like it would take so much more determination than I had, or ever could have.

I asked God to give me what I could not find within myself: I asked Him to make me open to forgive; I asked Him to make me willing to forgive; I asked Him to give me the desire to forgive.

We are to be self-controlled, but not self-reliant. There is no need to try to muster from within what we do not have. We have a Helper, the Holy Spirit, to help us in our weakness, and this, for me, was a weakness.

In setting others free, I am set free

In his book, Total Forgiveness, R.T. Kendall very well explains a seemingly relentless recurring thought process that I too have struggled with:

“…as I found myself once again thinking about ‘what they did’ I would get churned up inside. I would say to myself, ‘Those people are going to get away with this. This is not fair. They won’t get caught. They won’t be found out. Nobody will know. This is not right.’ And that sweet peace left again.”

My experience is consistent with what R.T. Kendall describes. I found that when my thoughts turned back to what happened, my peace was displaced.

When I turned my thoughts away from what happened, and back towards God, to seek His peace and the desire to forgive, that peace was restored.

Even as I have written this blog, I have had to continually resist the urge to recall and dwell on the past. Forgiveness is an ongoing refusal to allow bitterness to be established; it is a continual refusal to dwell on what happened and a consistent turning to what’s good and right (Phil 4:8).

Peace cannot make a home where bitterness and resentment reside, and only one can occupy at any given time. For peace to make a long-term home within me, I would have to let go of bitterness and resentment, and for that, I would have to, as R.T. Kendall makes mention, ‘let them off the hook.

Revenge is a desire that I’ve never felt. That said, I have felt the desire for something equally ugly: exposure of wrongdoing.

Thankfully that desire has been, and is continually being, displaced with inner peace, calm and order. My head has been lifted, allowing wrongs to be overlooked, and God’s peace has quenched that unhealthy desire in me.

I am beginning to enjoy the sweetness of peace, which has subdued the bitterness of resentment as I have pursued forgiveness.

Forgiveness always, reconciliation if possible

I stumbled for a period. I found it difficult to forgive because there had been no recognition of wrong, no apology, not even any communication. I felt that, in this case, it would be too difficult to forgive.

Forgiveness stalled because I had always experienced, and had only ever known, forgiveness and reconciliation to be one and the same. Up until that point in my life, the two had always been almost synonymous. I cannot recall a time when there had been forgiveness, and where reconciliation had not followed at the same time.

Feelings of futility set in when it was clear that that my appetite for reconciliation was not mutual. In my mind, if reconciliation had been ruled out, then so too had forgiveness.

Over time, and with much prayer and soul-searching, this tangle in my heart and mind began to unravel.

Reconciliation takes two or more; it is therefore unachievable as a solo effort. For me, this led to feelings and thoughts of hopelessness and futility.

Resentment and bitterness grow well in the soil of hopelessness and futility.

I was deeply troubled by the discord, but still did not see that forgiveness and reconciliation are not synonymous. R.T. Kendall helped me to make a distinction between the two:

“An injured person can forgive an offender without reconciliation. It is wonderful indeed should reconciliation follow, but this must not be pressed in some cases. Some things can never be the same again. It takes two to reconcile, a total willingness on both parts…

One must totally forgive those who will not be reconciled. This therefore refers to what we do in our hearts. If there is no reconciliation, then there can still be total forgiveness”

The truths set out in R.T. Kendall’s book changed my course altogether. It is possible to forgive, even when it is apparent that there is no appetite for reconciliation.

Unlike reconciliation, forgiveness does not require two or more.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick (Proverbs 13:12), and hoping for reconciliation had done just that. But hope was restored when I recognised that it was possible to forgive and move on without reconciliation.

Even in the absence of any recognition of any wrong, or meaningful communication, I could still choose to forgive.

I no longer needed to wait for anyone to do anything else – it was all down to me.

Mercy for ourselves, justice for others

Why was that desire in me for exposure, so wrong?

Because exposure is most often God’s business, not ours [that’s not to say there are not exceptions, such as criminal wrongdoing].

I am not entitled to play God: I cannot see what God sees and I do not understand like God does, so how can I stand in judgement of others like only God can? That’s not my place.

Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you.

Matthew 7:1-2

Being judged or criticised is painful, whether it is totally true, totally false, or somewhere in between, though I’m not sure which is more painful.

The passage above, from Matthew 7, is sobering: If you don’t like being judged or criticised, don’t judge or criticise. The degree to which you resist the temptation to judge will be the degree to which you will be largely spared being judged.

Elsewhere, Jesus states it even more plainly, also making the connection to forgiveness:

Judge not, and you will not be judged; condemn not, and you will not be condemned; forgive, and you will be forgiven;

Luke 6:37

To withhold judgement and criticism whenever possible, leaving it to God, and go on forgiving, is the way we are called to live.

Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful.

Luke 6:36

To do so is to pursue gentleness, graciousness, humility; this is especially true the more grievous we believe the offence or wrongdoing to be. To do so is to show mercy – the very thing we so often want for ourselves, and yet would often all too readily withhold from others.

To judge, which can mean ‘to make a distinction’, is often prudent and wise, but not where it would extend to exposing others. In the call to avoid judging others, we are not being called to not notice wrong. We can notice and recognise what’s wrong, without judging and without exposing, which I have found difficult for complex reasons.

The world would be a nicer place to live if we were each quick to show mercy to others and quicker to examine ourselves than others.

Trust God

We are free to show mercy – and pursue gentleness, graciousness and humility – because we can be confident that God sees and knows, and we know that He is just.

Any judgement that needs to be exercised will be shown by God – in His timing, in His way – far better than anything we could or should do by taking it into our own hands.

It is an often-misused soundbite, but in the context of choosing to not judge others, I found the expression, ‘Let go and let God’, helpful.

We are frequently reminded by God ‘my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways’ (Isaiah 55:8). We choose to exercise faith when we actively recognise that God will do what only God can do, and then rest in that knowledge.

Love keeps no record of wrongs

We are called to love one another well, and forgiveness is an expression of love.

A connection between love and forgiveness is found in 1 Corinthians 13: love ‘keeps no record of wrongs’.

Forgiveness? Maybe. But how does one keep no record of wrongs? How do we ‘un-remember’?

This has been a huge challenge for me, believing there had been too much history to just strike off the wrongs.

But that ‘striking off’ is very thing that Jesus Christ has done for me in keeping no record of my wrongs – the very same wrongs that bore down on him and nailed him to the cross.

As a verse from the hymn by Stuart Townend reminds me:

Behold the man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life –
I know that it is finished.

It was my sin – my wrongs – upon His shoulders; my wrongs that held Him there.

In dying the death He died, Jesus fully accomplished paying the penalty for my wrongs. I have been fully ‘let off the hook’. Knowing that I am totally forgiven, how could I withhold forgiveness, having freely received a greater forgiveness for much greater wrongdoing?

Whenever I am inclined to recall to memory again those wrongs committed against me, I turn back to the cross to see that my wrongs have been remembered no more.

It’s this truth that helps me to keep no record of others’ wrongs.

Our mandate is to forgive as we have been forgiven:

Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.

Ephesians 4:32

Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.

Colossians 3:12-13

I simply must forgive – both myself and others – and go on forgiving, practicing the lessons I’ve learned, and learning new ones, whilst extending grace to others as they no doubt do the same.

It’s only as part of a community of like-minded people that we will grow and mature together as Christ intends.

If you are struggling with an issue of forgiveness, or rather, unforgiveness, I wholeheartedly recommended the book by R.T. Kendal.

Allez! Tout droit!

Solitude. Prayer. Intimacy. Rest

Blog tree solitude

Jesus withdrew to places where people were not, in order to be alone with God. I don’t know how often you have tried? It’s extremely difficult to do without distraction. In my experience, even when I find a quiet environment, a quiet place, often it’s still too noisy to be truly connected to God, to commune, without distraction. If I try to sit, stand or walk quietly and peacefully, I find myself continually interrupted by distraction.

Interestingly, I’ve found that most often the greatest distraction is myself. The noise that would continually break the tranquility and peace comes from within me, not from outside around me. Thoughts and feelings that distract my peace and focus; not wrong thoughts or feelings, just an internal busyness that is difficult to settle and quieten down. It seems the occasions when Jesus withdrew to “a desolate place by himself” were not unusual.

Solitude – aloneness with the Lord – is something that sounds very straight forward, and yet my experience tells me that making time for being in solitude with God is so often neglected and displaced by our well-meaning doing for God. In this busy life, it’s easy to allow busyness and noise to displace solitude and quiet – to allow our doing for God to displace our being with God.

I have learned that solitude takes practice and discipline. I’ve tried in the past and failed – continually. But I’ll keep trying again, and again – that’s what practice and discipline is.

Solitude is a good friend of Prayer; they enjoy one another’s company. If you’re struggling in becoming acquainted with Prayer, perhaps first go and try to strike up a familiar friendship with Solitude. With Solitude and Prayer as friends, you’ll soon find that you’ll know Intimacy. And where Solitude, Prayer and Intimacy are together, you’ll often find Rest too.

Be still and know.

Get to the conference

Duvet

I bottomed out again this morning. Having woken before six, I lay there quietly, and my mind began to wind up. I put my earphones in, and tried to distract myself. My wife lay asleep next to me; I was wide-awake listening to a podcast, listening to music, and reading a little. I was telling myself that, in a short while, I needed to get up and go out. I had a conference to get to.

Motionless, and vacant, I lay there in my bed. With little warning, I felt the emotion beginning to well up. It took me by surprise; I was caught unawares. I was holding it off, but a few tears made their way through. I closed my eyes in an effort to stave off any more. I had to hold it together. I had a conference to get to.

With my eyes closed, my eyelids began to strain to contain. They had become uncomfortably pregnant, but I held on for as long as I could. Then, they broke through. I lay there in bed quietly. The tears rolled down my cheeks, then down into the crease of my neck. The tears would show on my cheeks, so I rolled onto my side so that my pillow would absorb those few escapees. I needed to dry my eyes and pull myself together. I had a conference to get to.

My wife got up; unaware of the silent battle I fought as I lay next to her. The girls had stayed at my mums overnight, so the house was quiet. I could hear my wife busily getting ready to go. I knew the moment would come when I was told I must get up. I didn’t want that moment to come because I knew I would have to speak. I would have to speak, and then I would have to get up. I had a conference to get to.

My friend Andy was speaking at the conference this morning. I didn’t have long to pull it together, and I needed to be there to support him. He loves this conference each year. For Andy, this conference is one of the highlights of the church calendar. It mattered to him. What would it say to him if I were not there? What would it say to others? I needed to get up for Andy. I had a conference to get to.

I know my wife wants me to go to this conference with her. I certainly wanted to spend the day with her. Like Andy, she enjoys this conference each year. How would she feel if I didn’t get up soon? What would it say to her? Would she be hurt or troubled if I didn’t get up? Would she think I was being lazy? I needed to get up for her. I needed to get up and get ready. I had a conference to get to.

Am I selfish? I feel helplessly and hopelessly selfish. I know I need to get up. There is an expectation that I will be at the conference. I had a ticket arranged. I had been catered for. Why didn’t I just do it then? There is nothing physically wrong with my body. I am quite capable of getting up. “Just pull yourself together and get up,” I say to myself, “you’ve got a conference to get to.”

Then comes the call from my wife. I’ve got to get up now, and if I don’t get up, I’ve got to explain why I’m not getting up. I can’t do either, but there isn’t a ‘neither’ option. I can’t get up and I can’t explain why I can’t get up. I can’t say that I’m upset, because I’m not upset either. No, I’m not upset. I’m battling burnout. Again.

I’ve bottomed out. Again.

What do I do about this quiet battle? Do I share it? How do I let people know that I’m not trying to be selfish? How do I let them know I am fighting? I’m not laying here resting. I don’t rest easily. I don’t know what ‘OFF’ feels like. I’m well acquainted with ‘ON’; I’m familiar with ‘STANDBY’. But I want to experience ‘OFF’. No, I’m not laying here resting; I’m laying here fighting with myself. I need to win the fight. I’ve got a conference to get to.

“Where were you?” those who notice I wasn’t there will ask me. What will I say to them? My wife is telling me now: “You need to get up.” I know she’s right; I need to get up. But I can’t face being in company; neither can I face being alone. I don’t want to draw from anyone; neither do I want to be drawn from. I don’t want to speak; neither do I want anyone to speak to me. I need to stop thinking; I need to stop asking questions. I’ve got a conference to get to.

How can I be honest about my battle without breaking down? And who really needs to know about my battle anyway? How much is it helpful for people to know? Does it matter what anyone thinks? Is it ever possible for a leader to show such weakness and still be recognised as a leader? Is it even a weakness? Is it an illness? I don’t know what it is. If people know, they might ask me “How are you?” What will I say? I’m doing it again. I need to stop thinking; I need to stop asking questions. I’ve got a conference to get to.

Can church leaders be this honest about their personal struggles without compromising their position as servant leaders? Is it helpful? Who is it helpful for? I’m asking myself the same questions all over again. Is it just self-soothing to record this experience and struggle? Or, by being vulnerable, by sharing it, will those who fight the same battle take some strength from knowing that I struggle with the same? Could it be destructive to share? If I share my battle, it might help some people to understand that I’m not just grumpy, or apathetic, or moody, or quiet. Or will it? I can be grumpy, apathetic, moody and quiet sometimes, but that’s not my struggle today. Burnout is my struggle. Struggle or not, I need to get up. Life goes on. I’ve got a conference to get to.

Some people know my battle, but not many people. It’s been kept pretty much under wraps. I feel some pressure to stay quiet. I am entrusted, as an Elder, to shepherd God’s people, yet sometimes I fight to shepherd myself. Will it burden people if they know my struggle? Or in some strange way, does it free people to be honest about their own struggles? Am I overestimating the significance or importance of this? Will my honesty necessarily result in my disqualification from leadership? This battle is the reason that my fellow Elders have graciously released me from eldership responsibilities and given me the space to fight without having to also carry responsibility for leading anyone but myself.

I’ve written several blogs over the past two years, but I’ve never published them. What holds me back? I’m pretty sure it’s fear. It might be wisdom, but it’s probably fear. So, I’ll throw caution to the wind and publish this one. Maybe I’ll blog about fear sometime soon, but for now, I’ve got a conference to get to.