As a pastor, I hear people tell me all the time: “You’re so busy.” 

Objectively, this is true: I lead an accidental multi-site church with about a dozen part-time staff, while getting another Master’s degree. I’m married and love to prioritize time with my wife, and every once in a while would like to see my family (many of whom live nearby) and some friends.

So, yes, I’m busy. But I don’t think I know many people who aren’t. People younger than me are still in school and starting their careers; many people my age have families—which means soccer and baseball and homework in the school-months; many people older than me are working hard and running after kids and grandkids. Heck, a lot of the retirees I know are busier now than they were while they were working!

So, yeah, I’m busy—but I hate it when people apologize for taking my time. It’s my least favorite thing, especially from the people I pastor. I understand where it’s coming from: they care about me and don’t want me running ragged. That said, I’m busy because I say yes to giving my time to the people I care about. 

In other words, here’s what keeps me busy:

• Sermon and teaching prep—either for this coming Sunday, or looking twelve or more weeks down the road;
• Meeting with paid and unpaid staff—helping them figure out how to overcome an obstacle, solve a problem, and implement a new idea;
• Spending time in one-on-one’s for counseling, encouragement, and guidance;
• Intentional time making disciples of a handful of leaders who, when they ask, always get a “yes” if I can make it work;
• Doing marriage and pre-marriage counseling; it’s not unfair to say that out of 52 weeks a year, we’ll spend 40-45 with someone on our couch getting ready for marriage, or trying to make their marriage work;
• Visiting folks in the hospital, and occasionally in their home; sorry, Richard Baxter, but meeting people in coffee shops and where they work is the new house-to-house thing;
• Grabbing lunch or coffee with other pastors, especially the handful I’m honored to call friends. It’s important to me to walk beside someone doing similar work with a similar passion;
• Attending to commitments I’ve made to the Annual Conference (our supervising agency): attending pastors’ meetings, coaching other pastors via the phone, and attending to the business of being part of the tribe;
• Responding to and initiating dozens of texts, emails, phone calls, and more—sometimes to solve a problem, to check in, to set an agenda, or to pray… Come to think of it, a lot of my phone calls include prayer.

Look at that list and you’ll notice a few things: first, I’m never in my office, because my office isn’t where my best work is done. People who are looking for me shouldn’t start at my office, because I’m probably with somebody doing the very thing you’re looking for at that moment.

Second, there are people who get first-dibs on my time. There are a handful of people—my staff, and a few key leaders, and some guys I’m discipling—that when they ask, I’ll move mountains if I have to. Everyone is equally important, but some few are more strategic than others. Where there’s a fire, I want to add fuel with my time.

Third, and more importantly, what keeps me busy is my people. Spending time with people isn’t an interruption to what I do, it is the very core of what I do! I choose to invest myself in people every. time. Sometimes that means sermon prep happens on the weekend, and while I don’t like that all the time, the reality is: given the choice between people and anything else, this extrovert will choose people every time. 

So, if you’re part of what I’m doing, do me a favor: stop feeling bad about asking for my time. Don’t begin your sentences with, “I know you’re busy.” Instead, begin with: “Hey, I would love to connect about {insert topic here} — when would be the best time for you?”

A ground-breaking text for me, way back in my Moody days, was in 1 Thessalonians 2:8,

We loved you so much that we shared with you not only God’s Good News but our own lives, too.

I’m not here to not be busy; let my self-care be my self-care (and if you want to know about that, and how to make sure I’m taken care of, maybe we can do another post on that). Instead, let me be your friend.

Father,

Today is a worn-edges day:

energy is hard to find

a full-tank is a fond memory

joy is a far-off friend.

Worn and frayed, a scarecrow without its stuffing am I.

Then there’s YOU:

always strong

always full

“in YOUR presence is fullness of joy.”

Remind me that today is just that, a day. 

That this week is just that, a week.

Teach me that there are new morning mercies,

even at 3:19PM. 

Clothe me in YOUR strength:

which neither frays nor wears.

Feed me with YOUR food:

which is to do YOUR will.

This we pray in the NAME of JESUS:

who leads from strength to strength,

and shares with us the fullness of GOD.

Amen.

Dear Church,

In the New Testament, there are two words for time: chronos, the time we measure with clocks and stopwatches and “how-many-more-episodes-of-Parks-and-Rec-can-I-watch-before-bed” time; there’s also kairos, time that is less measurable but no less real.

A woman whose water just broke is now experiencing kairos time—she’s experiencing a special moment. Moses had a kairos moment when he found the burning bush on the far side of a desert; Peter had a kairos moment when he looked at a beggar and said, “Stand up and walk.”

We’re in the midst of our own kairos moment, one of those times when God grabs you by the collar and says: Pay attention! Look! I am up to something! 

I came back from a conference just a couple days ago and I was all hyped up on ideas (and caffeine) and just left some really great conversations with our team and now we’re seeing all sorts of possibilities and opportunities and kairos moments and I just wanted to say:

Pay attention. Look! Jesus is up to something. 

We’re processing how we can best disciple the next generation, how we can keep up with the demands of a growing, multi-site church, how we can have systems that bear the weight of not just the growing, multi-site church we are now, but what we will be. 

There is so. much. here. and I just don’t want us, in the midst of it all to miss Jesus. I don’t want to talk about Him like He’s not in the room; I don’t want to build something that isn’t entirely, utterly dependent on His presence.

I’m not trying to be over-spiritual; I’m not trying to minimize the important work we’re doing, but hear me on this: if Jesus isn’t at the center of every conversation about, “How do we get enough volunteers so we don’t burn anyone out?” and “What clear, compelling language do we need to express this?” and “What system gets us organized and moving together in the right direction?” we’ve done nothing more than waste our time. 

It’s terrifying that we can do God’s work without much need for God—it’s awfully scary that we can expand a kingdom that isn’t the Kingdom Jesus came to give us.

So, a few things: pray like you’ve never prayed before. This is a moment when we have to get moving and stay still at the very same time and the only way we do this is through prayer—for leaders, for the mission, for Jesus to be known and made known through our efforts.

Take care of yourself. Get sleep, eat good food. Hug your kids, tell your spouse you love ’em. Learn to say no so you can say ‘yes’ to the best stuff. Get in the face of Jesus (see above) about all of this.

Have the hard conversation. These are the moments when the Enemy can derail us with a word heard wrongly, or a conflict left unresolved. Ask the hard questions—ask for forgiveness.

Don’t forget about who this is all for: all our efforts are unto Jesus and for the person who’s not in the room yet.

We’re in a kairos moment, and Jesus could do anything. But for now: pay attention, look! Jesus is up to something. 

It’s my highest honor to love you, and be called,

Your Pastor

I have been doing vocational—OK, paid—ministry for five years, and I received some of the best training available that any of us crazy enough to do ministry for work can find. I went to Moody and learned the Bible and how to preach; I went to Wheaton and learned how to make disciples that, you know, are actually disciples. I was mentored and coached by dear, dear people who were and are tremendously fruitful in ministry.

But there is no class, no book, no seminar, no sermon, no conversation, no Tweet, no Bob Goff Instagram pic, no conference, no anything that can prepare you for how hard it is to persevere in ministry.

I’m a full-time pastor doing what I love: I get to preach and make disciples and lead and cast vision. I planted a church at 26 and have been a lead pastor for nearly two years—and now I lead not just the church I planted, but another beautiful church as well. I really am tremendously fortunate (or even blessed) to do what I do each day, and be gainfully employed to boot.

Here’s the thing:  some people read that sentence and thought, his life must be great. I know this because I look at other pastors’ lives—pastors who are doing great work and making real progress and, can you believe it, helping people far from God discover Jesus—and I think, her life must be great.

Then you get to know them, these ministry wizards, and you find out that church ministry is hard, and it’s hard for all of us. It’s hard because, as a pastor, you are constantly scrutinized by the people you serve. It’s hard because you’re constantly torn between managing status-quo expectations and calling people to live beyond themselves. It’s hard because people you thought were right there with you drop out, or even worse, go for your Achilles tendon and disappear. It’s hard because you watch people take huge steps forward, and then take enormous steps back. It’s hard because there’s a million books and conferences out there telling you how to do it better (which implies you aren’t doing it well at all). It’s hard because you dump your heart and soul into this thing, and far too many people just. don’t. really. care. 

I look at Steph all the time and say, “You know what I would tell my sophomore at Moody self? I’d say ‘buckle down, because this is so much harder than you can even imagine.'”

That’s the thing no one can prepare you for—how you have to stick to it, how you have to press in and, if you really want to see good Kingdom work done, press in without ever leaning back. It’s beautiful, yes—tremendously, wonderfully, awe-inspiringly beautiful. But it’s also hard.

But the truth is, and this is important, we don’t do ministry because it’s easy—or get out of it because it’s hard. Or, at least we shouldn’t. We do ministry because we’re called to do it; we do ministry because (and this is something I learned in a class) it’s the only thing we can do, and because it’s the only thing we can do, it’s the only thing we want to do. So, yeah, it’s hard. But it’s also what we have to do because Jesus has asked us to—and if what He says about Himself and the universe and us is true, well, what else could I do with my time that really feels meaningful?

So do yourself a favor: get off the hamster wheel of “the other guy’s got it better than I do.” Stop loving the church you could have if you could do what book you just read said to do, and quit loving the people you might have if they would only, well, you fill in the blank. Instead, choose love, choose contentment, and yes, choose to buckle down. It’s going to be hard, but what’s worth doing that’s easy?

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For if we are beside ourselves, it is for God; if we are in our right mind, it is for you. For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this: that one has died for all, therefore all have died; and he died for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him who for their sake died and was raised. ~2 Corinthians 5:13-15