A Preacher Who’ll Miss Elders Meetings
I’m going to miss Wednesday night elders meetings.
Who would ever think a preacher would say that? But as I head toward my transition, I realize what all those Wednesday evenings with Highland elders have meant to me.
Last night I was exhausted after teaching at ACU, preparing for a funeral, conducting the funeral, and lots of conversations in between. But like so many other Wednesday nights (the elders and ministers meet every first and third Wednesday nights, beginning at 8:15), I was refreshed to be there.
First, a time of dwelling in the word. Once again, we are focused on one passage for the whole year. We read the passage, meditate on it, share our insights with someone near us, read it again, and pray.
Second, we affirmed and prayed for four women in our church who are going to Jordan as ambassadors for Christ.
Third, we affirmed and prayed for our worship minister who has been in this role (part-time) for five years.
Fourth, we were challenged by one of our leaders (not an elder or staff member) who showed us Highland’s journey toward missional living — and called us to be bold in our leadership in that direction. He’s part of a team the elders appointed almost three years ago to assist us in this gospeled movement. He told us that “missional” isn’t just some catchy term; rather, it’s a way to describe three instincts in our church: evangelism, justice, and spiritual formation. It is a way of viewing discipleship as joining God in his work in this world.
Finally, one of our elders led us in a time of prayer. Like so many other nights, people will express their prayer concerns; then we’ll all say together, “Lord Jesus, this is our prayer.”
I’m not a night person. But that kind of spiritual feeding is worth staying awake for! And as I said, I’ll miss it.
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Clearly, President Obama is reading this blog. I awoke yesterday morning to hear on the early news that he had picked the same four teams I did for the final four (Louisville, Memphis, Pittsburgh, UNC). Fair enough, Mr. President. I’ll work on March Madness. You fix the economy!