I’ve been reading and praying over Micah’s prophecy this Advent season:
2 “But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel, whose origins are from of old, from ancient times.”
3 Therefore Israel will be abandoned until the time when she who is in labor bears a son, and the rest of his brothers return to join the Israelites.
4 He will stand and shepherd his flock in the strength of the Lord, in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God. And they will live securely, for then his greatness will reach to the ends of the earth.
5 And he will be our peace…
I don’t know whether to call it divine providence or serendipity that it so happened as Advent is drawing to a close that this passage is part of my “Bible in a Year” reading plan. I shouldn’t be surprised because Micah’s prophecy lies near the end of the Old Testament and the year is almost gone, so..
I still prefer to think it divine providence, though.
God in the Small Places
Bethlehem seems like such an odd place. It really wasn’t known for much of anything in those days, so much so that Micah even says it was “small among the clans of Judah.” It’s that idea of small that has captured my attention this Advent.
When I think of Bethlehem, I can’t help but think of Eros, LA, that place I served my first full-time appointment in ministry. There wasn’t much in Eros (still isn’t) in those days. Not a stop light. Stop light? There wasn’t (isn’t) even a flashing caution light. Not many people either. A couple of hundred as best I recall. Simply a little country town with little significance. That was Bethlehem, too.
Bethlehem reminds me that God chooses to do His greatest work in the most unlikely places. The “small” places of life.
We live in a world obsessed with size, speed, power and recognition–a world where young people want to be known as “influencers” and we all want more “followers,” and we want to grow our “platform.” Bethlehem reminds me that God will do His deepest work in quiet obedience, unseen prayers and simple acts of kindness that only heaven sees.
Presence over Power
Bethlehem also reminds me that peace doesn’t come from power–it comes from presence. Micah says, “And He will be our peace…”
We live in a world where anxiety runs rampant. I am reminded that peace is not the absence of conflict but the presence of Christ. We can live in Bethlehem-sized circumstances (small paycheck, small church, small town, small family, small circle of friends), but we can have peace that is vast and deep when Jesus reigns in our hearts.
Bethlehem reminds me, too, that the humble road is still the holy road. Humility is the soil where redemption grows. I am reminded of what James said–“God resists the proud but gives grace to the humble (James 4:6).
In every generation, He looks for people willing to say, “Lord, I am small but You are great. Use me however you will.” When we accept our smallness, God’s greatness shines through.
Living in Bethlehem
Bethlehem, this small little hamlet tucked deep in the heart of Judah, was part of God’s unfolding plan. Granted it was just one chapter, but what an important chapter it was. Bethlehem reminds me that the Church is the continuation of what began there. Just as Jesus was born in Bethlehem through Mary, Jesus is now revealed through us, His body. We are called to be spiritual Bethlehems–places where the presence of Christ is made known to the world.
I like to believe the presence of Christ can be made known through the small church. The church I pastor is a small church, indeed, but I believe the power of God that was present in Bethlehem will be present in us if we live in humble, faithful obedience to the Lord Jesus Christ. I look forward to seeing the great things He will do with our little church.
The Bread of Life
Finally, Bethlehem reminds me that the world still needs the “bread of Life (John 6: 35). Bethlehem means “house of bread.” Out of the house of bread comes the bread of life. Our world is starving—not for carbohydrates, but for meaning, peace, and truth.
Every Christian today bears the calling to feed the hungry hearts around them with the Bread of Life. Whether you’re a teacher, mechanic, pastor, or parent, your life becomes a Bethlehem when Christ uses you to nourish others with His love and truth.
Bethlehem isn’t just a quaint Christmas scene, but rather a reminder that God’s unstoppable, unshakable Kingdom comes in un-noticed ways and un-noticed places. Bethlehem was the first stop on the way to the cross. Bethlehem was the first stop on the way to the resurrection. We can’t get to glory without Bethlehem.
It is in Bethlehem that the small becomes sacred and the ordinary becomes eternal. If your faith feels small this Christmas I have one word for you–Bethlehem! Jesus Christ is still in the business of entering dark nights with shining light and bringing peace to all who welcome Him.
It’s almost 2025! Can you believe it? I can’t. As always, a new year’s dawning has caused me to be reflective. I thought I’d share a few of those reflections with you.
Coming Full Circle
I suppose this is not so much a reflection as it is a revelation. Christmas Eve was last Tuesday evening. I was preparing for the Christmas Eve Candlelight & Communion Service by laying candles out on the seats in the sanctuary pre-service when it dawned on me that I have come full-circle in ministry. I was doing this Christmas Eve what I was doing the first many Christmas Eve’s of my ministry.
You know how it is in a small church, right? Pastor Fetch does it all to get ready for every service. This is not a complaint in any way, just a revelation that I’ll end ministry the way I began ministry over thirty years ago. And, I’m okay with that. Countless pastors serve their congregations faithfully doing all the little things that make “church” happen from week to week. Being back in the middle of weekly ministry has renewed my appreciation for all those pastors who ARE the church staff.
Yes, I was blessed to climb the ecclesiastical ladder through my years of ministry. I was blessed to grow to and go to congregations that had staff that assisted in the preparations for those “Super Bowl” services like Christmas Eve and Easter. It was real easy to get lazy (lazier?) when you had staff to do a lot of the work for you.
I was likewise blessed to serve as a denominational administrative officer for a period of ministry. Yeah, I got to spend a couple of years not even worrying about those “special” services. The toughest past of Christmas and Easter for me in those days was trying to figure out where I would attend those services. So challenging!
Then, of course, there was the time I spent away from vocational ministry altogether. Yes, it was a brief time, but it was a time that I didn’t know if I would ever lead one of those special services again. I did as “interim” pastor, but for some reason, it just wasn’t the same as those early years of ministry (no offense to those congregations I served as “interim” pastor).
This year was different for some reason. Thirty-three years after entering ministry and I’m the one preparing the sanctuary. That’s coming full circle for me. Kudos to all those pastors in the small churches who have been the ones every year for every service preparing the sanctuary. You are the true warriors of the Kingdom, and with this end of the year reflection, I salute you!
2025 Awaits
Enough of the reflection. The new year also affords us an opportunity to look ahead. I’m especially mindful of the Apostle Paul’s words to the Philippian church as we head into 2025:
12 I don’t mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me. 13 No, dear brothers and sisters, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, 14 I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us. (Philippians 3: 12 – 14 NLT)
There are three words that capture my attention as I read Paul this morning.
Forget
Taking a cue from Paul, I could make a list of all the things about 2024 that I’d like to forget. My problem is I’d likely want to forget the wrong things. Some things are best forgotten, and I’m grateful that God has the capacity and the desire to forget my sins, and to forgive them through the blood of Jesus Christ. I’d want to list all the bad circumstances, the losses, the failures and sadness, but I don’t think that’s what Paul had in mind.
No, Paul had in mind the things he once considered so important:
We put no confidence in human effort, 4 though I could have confidence in my own effort if anyone could. Indeed, if others have reason for confidence in their own efforts, I have even more! 5 I was circumcised when I was eight days old. I am a pure-blooded citizen of Israel and a member of the tribe of Benjamin—a real Hebrew if there ever was one! I was a member of the Pharisees, who demand the strictest obedience to the Jewish law. 6 I was so zealous that I harshly persecuted the church. And as for righteousness, I obeyed the law without fault. 7 I once thought these things were valuable, but now I consider them worthless because of what Christ has done. (Philippians 3: 3b-7 NLT)
Paul forgot the worldly successes in his life. He forgot the achievements that once mattered so much to him. Those are the same things I need to forget going forward.
My achievements don’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. What matters most are the times when I’ve grown closer to Christ. I can say without a doubt that my greatest growth has occurred in my failures. Those are the times when God truly revealed His faithfulness and my own faith was strengthened. Those times–I want desperately to remember.
Being a “large” church pastor? Yes, it was nice. Yes, I was blessed. Yes, I am grateful for the opportunity, but I could also count it to my own human effort. Let me forget so that I might consider what the Lord has done, and so that I might gain Him and become one with Him.
Being a District Superintendent? Same thing as above. Nice. Blessed. Grateful. But, if I’m honest, I have to admit I spent a lot of years working the levers of the ecclesiastical machine…serving on the right boards, going to the right meetings, pressing the right flesh…that I could say I achieved those things. Let me count it all loss so that I might gain Him and become one with Him.
Lord, let me forget the right things.
Stretch
One of the images Paul uses in his words to the Philippians is that of a runner stretching toward the tape at the end of a race. Life is certainly a race, but it is a marathon and not a sprint. We’re in it for the long-haul, and we have to keep growing and keep going as we run the race. What ways can I stretch myself in 2025?
One of the ways I’m going to stretch myself in 2025 is to invite more accountability into my life. It’s so easy for each of us (but especially for pastors) to isolate ourselves, and pretend that we can make it on our own. The reality is we can’t. We need each other, and part of what we need each other for is accountability–at least that’s what I need. That’ll be my stretch. What’ll be yours?
Focus
Paul had a goal. He would call it “this one thing.” A good word of advice for this new year is to define the “one thing.”
If we know what the goal is, then we can develop strategies to help make THE goal become the reality. I think, too often, I’ve failed because I’ve tried to do too many things and to be too much to too many.
Certainly, for those of us who call ourselves disciples of Jesus Christ, the goal is to always be a better disciple, but simply stating that fact leaves the achieving a bit nebulous. Focus is specific. State the goal in the beginning. Write it down. Review it daily.
I can’t define your focus for you. Only you can do that. I can tell you my focus for the year. It’s to be a better spouse.
Sure, I need to be a better pastor. My children probably think I need to be a better parent. I know I need to be better engaged in the community, and I’m certain I could be a better follower of Jesus. I want to be all those things, but this year, I’m going to start by being a better spouse.
Does it mean all those other things I want to be are not important? Of course not! But I have to believe that being a better spouse will help me to be better in those places, too. That’s the focus I hear God calling me to in this new year. What about you?
Going for the Gold
Forget. Stretch. Focus. Sounds like my new year is planned. These are not resolutions. They’re just words to guide my new year. I’ll use them in the hope that I’ll come to the end of next year and will have run the race of life with intention and faithfulness. Maybe they’ll help you do the same.
The holidays are upon us yet again, and for that I am grateful. Not only is it the best time of the year, but this year, it indicates that 2020 is almost over! If there’s ever been a time when I couldn’t wait for a year to be over it’s this year. Of course, there is no way I’m going to say 2021 has to be a better year. That will jinx it for sure, so I’ll just stick with “I can’t wait for 2020 to be over!”
The holidays usually have their own unique stressors, but 2020 (as with everything else) will be unique in that the usual stress will be compounded by the added stress of Covid-19. Rather than the stress of parties and plans, it will be the stress (depression?) of canceled plans. If we follow the “guidelines,” we’ll all have a Zoom Christmas this year. I must confess that I’m grateful to not have the stress of making decisions about Christmas Eve services. I pray for my colleagues who are!
So, I’m taking a little time this morning to remind myself of advice I’ve offered believers almost every year for the past twenty years. I find the advice in Paul’s love letter to the Church at Philippi. The encouragement he offers the Church there is encouragement to me as we head into the holiday season, and it actually works pretty well the rest of the year, too.
THINK TO THANK
Paul begins his letter to Philippi with gratitude: “Every time I think of you, I give thanks to my God” (Phil. 1:3). Gratitude seems like an appropriate place to begin the holiday season. If you’ve been in the local stores, you would think that Thanksgiving has been skipped this year. Hey? We’re doing it at home, too. People put up their Christmas trees and lights in October in an effort to hasten the year’s end. Trust me! It didn’t get here any quicker.
Let’s not forget to be thankful…even for the year 2020. Gratitude can set the tone (change the tone?) for all that is happening in our lives. Even in the midst of a pandemic there is much for which to be grateful. What can we be grateful fo? I’m glad you asked. We can look to Paul for an answer.
First, we can be grateful that we are not alone (even though “officials” are encouraging limited gatherings). Paul called the Philippians “partners in spreading the Good News” (v. 5). We need to acknowledge and express our gratitude for those who share the life of Christian faith with us. We, indeed, are not alone.
One of the buzz phrases of the pandemic (although we don’t hear it as much lately) has been “We’re all in this together” (though an argument could be made that we’re not “together” [see here]). We all do share the same stress of the pandemic, that much is true, so in that regard we are not alone. But, as believers in Jesus Christ, our faith journey is shared with other believers, and there is hope in that for us, and we should be grateful.
Ironically, the holidays are the loneliest time of the year for many people. Whether the death of a loved one, a divorce or the empty nest syndrome, a first holiday season with changed circumstances can create its own type of loneliness (and it will be made worse by the pandemic). We are the body of Christ, and we have the body of Christ (even in a pandemic) to share life with. We are not alone!
Of course, that means we shouldn’t let others be alone either. We should look for ways to reach out to those who may be experiencing loneliness this holiday season. Perhaps it’s the neighbor who lost a spouse this year. Perhaps it’s a friend who has gone through a divorce, or a parent who lost a child. Whoever it may be, discover ways (yes, even in a pandemic) to reach out to share hope and the Good News of Jesus Christ.
Another thing for which I can be grateful is that God is still working on me. Paul writes to the Philippians, “And I am sure that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on that day when Christ Jesus comes back again” (v. 6). That’s Good News! I can’t read this verse and not consider a Wesleyan understanding of “sanctifying” grace. It simply means “God is still working on me!” (Some would say He’s got a lot of work to do, but that’s another blog!)
Here’s something I consider, too. If God is not done with me yet, then there’s a better than even chance that He’s not done with whomever I encounter this holiday season. When I’m impatient with a cashier, I need remember that they are in need of grace, too. Why shouldn’t it be me who will extend them that grace, and in the process the Lord may teach us both something?
Yes, I need to think to thank…
LIVE TO LOVE
Paul’s love for the Philippian Church was evident in his letter. He writes: God knows how much I love you and long for you with the tender compassion of Christ Jesus. I pray that your love will overflow more and more, and that you will keep on growing in knowledge and understanding (v. 8-9).
I am reminded of the Christmas hymn Love Came Down at Christmas. It was love that came down so that Jesus could give his disciples a new commandment–love the Lord with all your heart, soul, mind and strength, and love your neighbor as yourself (Mark 12). The point is made vividly in a prayer I came across some time ago:
Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in trafficlast night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and is rushinghome to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and spend a fewprecious moments with her children.
Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young manwho can’t make change correctly is a worried 19-year-old college student,balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not gettinghis student loans for next semester.
Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to addiction that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.
Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together.
Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us, the greatest gift is love. It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts not to just those who are close to us, but to all humanity. Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and love.
May I live to love this holiday season.
COMMIT TO CHRIST-LIKENESS
For the believer in Jesus Christ, character matters. Paul reminds the Philippians (and us) “what really matters, so that we may live pure and blameless lives” (v. 10). Lord knows, we are not perfect, but that should not preclude our continuing pursuit of perfection as we grow in Christ-likeness. I remind us that Paul was writing to a young church that had few examples. We have over 2,000 years of church history and faithful saints. We are without excuse in pursuing holiness–not always attaining, yet always pursuing.
Paul says we should “filled with the fruit” (v. 10) of our salvation. We know that fruit, right? Love, joy, peach, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control (Galatians 5:22). We should bear the characteristics of a Christ-like life. Otherwise, the world will never know the grace of salvation that comes in Jesus Christ.
Our commitment to live the Christ-like life comes before we enter the fray. Commitment comes before engagement. We begin every day with the end of the day in sight. Jesus came, wrapped in swaddling clothes. Long before that first Christmas, the commitment to the cross had been made. Long before the cross, God the Father made the commitment to forgive the sins of the world through His Son, Jesus Christ.
If we are not committed to Christ-likeness before the holidays begin, it is not likely we will live in Christ-likeness through the holidays. If we were not committed to the Christ-like life before the pandemic, it is not likely that we’ve exhibited much Christ-like behavior during the pandemic. I must commit to live like Christ this morning if I expect to model Christ this afternoon.
One way I can do that is to focus on the person who is behind any behavior I encounter throughout each and every day. Focus on people over behavior–not that behavior doesn’t matter, but it is the person Christ died to save, and by grace behaviors can change. I must know what’s important and I must value love, mercy and grace over impatience and inconvenience.
We are called to gratitude, love and grace. I need that reminder heading into the holiday season. Perhaps you do, too.
Okay, so I know there are some pastors who use sports analogies ad nauseam (I’ve been known to make reference to the New Orleans Saints often), but permit me to make one more as I reflect on Christmas Eve. You see, Christmas Eve for pastors is like the Super Bowl for football coaches. There are two times each year when all the preparation, anticipation and expectation are heightened for pastors and church staff–Easter Sunday and Christmas Eve. At least it’s that way for most United Methodists. I suppose I could say if Christmas Eve is the Super Bowl, then Easter Sunday would be game seven of the World Series.
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Easter Sunday and Christmas Eve are the two largest attendance days in our church year. For years, I didn’t have a Christmas Eve service in the small churches I pastored. It wasn’t a tradition I grew up with, so when I entered ministry, I didn’t have a model to base a service on, so I never pushed the issue. I must confess when I went to seminary, the student appointment I served did have the tradition of Christmas Eve worship, but I nixed it in favor of returning to Louisiana to be with family (we were homesick–don’t judge me!). But, when I returned to Louisiana permanently, we moved to Morgan City, and Christmas Eve was THE worship service that everything pointed toward. There was no way I was touching that one! It was my first experience with Christmas Eve worship, and it was wonderful (and yes, it was the largest attendance of the year–even larger than Easter).
Planning for Christmas Eve actually begins in the spring as I do sermon planning for the last half of the year. I suppose that’s one of the big differences in a pastor and a football coach. A football coach makes draft choices, prepares games plans, and goes through training camp all in the HOPE the team makes it to the playoffs, and if the team makes it to the playoffs, then game plans, defensive schemes and line ups are made based on the opponent in the HOPE the team wins the game and advances. Football coaches HOPE to make it to the Super Bowl, and usually have two weeks to prepare. Pastors KNOW Christmas Eve is coming. It’s not a matter of if we’ll make it to the Super Bowl. The Super Bowl is coming. We know the date. We know we’ll be in the game. We know there’ll be a crowd. We only HOPE we’ll be ready. And, there’s no way we could prepare in two weeks.
What are some of the plans that have to be made? Hmmm? First, is the sermon. Yeah, I know. Most people come to Christmas Eve for the candlelight and Silent Night, so does it really matter what the preacher says? Why not just give a nice little homily about babies and starry nights…say something sweet about God’s love, and light the candles. It’ll be okay. I’m sorry! I just can’t do that! This is the most people I’ll speak to at one time all year long. I can’t not share the Gospel. I can’t not make it evangelistic in some way. I can’t not tell them why Christmas matters. It does matter what I (or any preacher) say, so it’s important that planning happens, and it starts for me usually in March or April. What’s more, it’s got to be a short sermon, and I don’t know about other pastors, but it takes more time to write a short sermon than a long one. There’s plenty to say, it’s knowing what not to say that’s so hard.
Next, is music planning, and it’s not just selecting the music. It’s rehearsing the choir. It’s chasing down and lining up orchestra members. Yes, it’s even finding money to pay orchestra members. All that starts early in the year, too, because rehearsal usually starts in September. I just thank God for music ministers who handle this endeavor. I guess I could compare a good music minister to an offensive coordinator. There’s consultation between the head coach and the coordinator, but it’s really the coordinator’s job to put the offensive game plan in motion. Trust me! Music is like going on offense. It will set the tone for the service. Music matters. Music matters a lot. It’s not just a matter of singing Silent Night. Silent Night may the be crescendo, or the exclamation point, but everything must build up to that point in the worship.
Then, there are the visuals. Ours were spectacular this Christmas Eve (thank you, Kem Alexander!). The sanctuary of First United Methodist Church literally glowed with colorful lights this year. It was beautiful, but that, too, took planning, coordination and lots of hard work. There are poinsettias to be ordered. There are trees to be erected and decorated. In our case, there’s a stage to be put in, furniture to be moved, and an altar to be raised. It’s a lot of work. It begins weeks in advance.
Finally, there are tons of logistical issues to be worked out as the “big game” approaches. There are ushers to organize (in our case, ushers for three different services), communion servers to organize (again, for three different services), clean up staff between services to coordinate, and I’m sure I’m forgetting the minute details that our facilities staff coordinates of which I have no idea. That’s why it matters when you have a coach assembles a great staff. The staff knows their roles and the coach can depend on them to carry out their role. I have a great staff! I thank God for my staff. If I’m any good at all, it’s because they are better than me. Of course, I’ve always tried to have people around me who are a thousand times better at what they do than I am. I’ve achieved that.
Though there are many similarities, there are also some differences. For one, the Super Bowl is one game. For FUMC, MONROE, Christmas Eve is three services (4 p.m., 6 p.m. and 11 p.m.), so we have to be “on” our game three times. Another difference? In the grand scheme of things, the Super Bowl doesn’t really matter. In ten years, or twenty years, or a hundred years, the teams victory will be nothing more than blip on the radar of history. But, sharing the Gospel with someone on Christmas Eve who might not otherwise ever attend worship could have an eternal impact, and that’s a major difference, indeed. Oh, and there’s one other difference I can think of–the winner of the Super Bowl usually goes to Disney World. Pastors and church staff just want to go home and go to sleep. While many coaches, players and fans have a few months to savor their victory, pastors and church staff only have a few days. After all, Easter is right around the corner.
I’ve probably overplayed the Super Bowl analogy. Some may even think it blasphemous to compare the two, and perhaps they would be correct, but I know the hard work and effort that goes into Christmas Eve. There may be a better comparison, but I’m not sure what it is. Perhaps it would be better to make no comparison at all.
Not the Perfect Pastor 