by Robert Earl Houston
For some strange reason, this week I’ve been ministering to several pastors who are on the precipice of giving up. Two have larger congregations than the one I serve. Two have similar sized congregations. And two have smaller sized congregations. They have expressed different reasons and they all have (paraphrased) the final bullet point: “My storage is empty.”
Pastoral ministry is not all glitz and glamour. Would to God that it is, but it is like being the captain of a great ship (no matter what size the church is numerically) on the sea. Sometimes the water is calm. Sometimes the storm is raging. Sometimes the rudder gets stuck. Sometimes mutiny is in the air. Sometimes the road map is tossed aside. Sometimes the captain gets ill. And sometimes the Pastors becoming weary of sailing again.
Three observations about pastoral ministry:
THE PASTOR NEEDS AN ENCOURAGER
Surprise! The encourager-in-chief needs an encourager. He or She needs somebody who can break from the ranks of the naysayers, skeptics and silent saints and muted members who can encourage the Pastor.
In my church there is a couple that never ceases to be an encouragement to their pastor. I’ve been on the road preaching quite a bit lately. In the last three weeks, I’ve had the burden of preaching through a series on “The Blood” and preached a Revival and preached three annual days and then a wedding. When I came home on Sunday morning after flying into Louisville early Sunday morning, went straight to the pulpit, attended a fare-thee-well for two of my ministers who are moving to another city, and then preached at an annual day 40 miles away. I literally had to crawl up the stairs and went to sleep for over 12 hours and woke up not refreshed but exhausted. My wife had laid out my mail that I received and there were two notes – one was a Pastoral Appreciation Month card and the other was a Marriage Anniversary card for me and my wife, along with a gift in each. The amount is meaningless, but the sentiment was priceless.
I don’t care what size the congregation is – the pastor needs somebody to encourage him or her to keep on keeping on.
THE PASTOR NEEDS SOME TIME
No, I’m not talking about vacations. I’m talking about the time that it takes to be renewed and refreshed. After talking with many pastors across the country I’ll let you in on a secret – many pastors have developed terrible prayer and study lives because they are over-scheduled and over-committed.
One of the blessings of being a full time pastor is the premise of the promise of time. However, I’ve seen pastors with the time who wrap themselves up with conventions, community activities, athletic events and then come to the pulpit or teaching moment exhausted because their priorities were out of order.
The Pastor needs time to not only pray for his flock – he or she too has a family that needs prayer, prayer is needed for financial issues, prayer is needed for direction, and prayer is needed even for discernment and developing a sense of spiritual timing. The Pastor needs time when the phone is off, the computer is off and is cut-off from all forms of media and social media to release the mind. I take a day a week and get in my car and drive – sometimes near some water – where I can just free myself of burdens and issues.
THE PASTOR NEEDS A PASTOR
I never have understood this new fangled (or should I say tangled?) concept that the Pastor only needs Jesus. That argument is the same argument we bristle at when we hear it from our church members – but some pastors model an ungodly, ungrateful and rebellious attitude when it comes to being pastored.
There has never been a period of time in my life when I didn’t have a person that I could point to and say “that’s my pastor!” From a child getting introduced to Jesus, the late Rev. Sylvester McCullumn, who founded the Morning Star Missionary Baptist Church while serving as a shipyard foreman, was my pastor. When I became a teenager, the late Rev. Dr. Arthur Bernard Devers, I, not only was my pastor, but because of the divorce of my parents, he was a father-figure for me and nurturer. In my late 20s, the Rev. Dr. Johnny Pack, IV became my pastor and under his leadership I discovered a preacher – Robert Earl Houston – that I didn’t know existed under the weight of trying to be like others. When I moved to Fresno, California in my early 30s, the late Rev. Dr. Carl J. Anderson, founder and builder of the historic St. John Missionary Baptist Church became my pastor until his passing. I had the privilege of being one of his sons and Pastor was always kind and took out time to see how I was doing. After his death, I united (in long-distance fashion) with Bishop Darryl S. Brister of the Beacon Light International Baptist Cathedral in New Orleans. Bishop is a “thinker” in Biblical Exposition, prolific writer, and I was honored to be counted as one of his sons. I then united with the Greater Trinity Missionary Baptist Church after almost walking away from ministry, and I was put to work by my pastor, Dr. Clyde Elliott Gaines – who would not allow me to fall off the face of the map.
Then I moved to Nashville at the request of my current pastor, Minister Barton Elliott Harris, who not only was my pastor in name, he was my pastor and still is, in deed. Pastor Harris has led Westwood Baptist Church, University Center for over two decades, but he has been the person I call with questions, advice, and encouragement. I left Westwood to come to Frankfort four years ago and every year, we renew the fellowship – he preaches my pastoral anniversary and I preach their Church Anniversary. He has never failed to be a factor in life issues that I’ve had – surgery for cancer, death of Jessica’s dad, the burning of my home church, and other situations and circumstances.
No matter what your title – Reverend, Doctor, Bishop, Apostle, Overseer, etc. you need a pastor. And churches should encourage pastors to find a pastor. You can join the local church (if you think that’s necessary) but you still need a pastor. Don’t fall for the trap that you need a pastor who pastors more folk than you do – sometimes the pastor who has the smaller congregation, with wisdom in his visage and heart, is priceless.
These are just three suggestions to help somebody get back on track. Many pastors have “Hallelujah Sundays” and “Depression Mondays” emotionally because of humanity. I do know this – pastoring is a long distance course and not a sprint. Don’t let your pastor go through the process of pastoring by him or her self.
YOUR COMMENTS ARE WELCOME
by Robert Earl Houston
Today marked the end of a 40 year pastoral career in San Diego, California. Today is the final Sunday as pastor of the Bayview Baptist Church for my friend, and friend of all preachers, Dr. Timothy James Winters.
I met Dr. Winters many years ago. I knew of him from afar and became one of his colleagues at the California Missionary Baptist State Convention and then we became quick friends when the Lord moved me to San Diego in 1995. Dr. Winters was president of the Baptist Ministers Union and one of the first pastors in the area to reach out to me and welcome me to the area.
We exchanged pulpits on several occasions. My congregation was about 1/10th of the size of Bayview, but that was never an issue in our fellowship. When I came to San Diego and people were joining there by the droves, Dr. Winters spoke highly of it, and I think he respected the fact that I wasn’t try to “sheep steal” but just preach and let the Lord send whomever He would send.
Matter of fact, when I decided to leave my congregation in San Diego – Dr. Winters was one of the first to hear it and he gave me great counsel. He encouraged me, brought me back to Bayview on several occasions to preach. And when he was in the area, I made it a point to find him, if for nothing else, to break bread. He is a walking encyclopedia of pastoral knowledge.
I appreciated the honesty in his counsel. He was the pastor that encouraged me to step out on faith, especially in the area of personal stewardship. Anyone who knows me, knows that I have no problem with giving – at my church, in my General Association, even in my National Convention – and it’s because I watched Timothy J. Winters – even in his building programs, be one, if not the, biggest givers in San Diego.
He reached out to younger pastors. When I came to San Diego in the 1990s, it was known for having the “younger pastors” who had at least 10, 15, and 20 years of experience. He was a city-wide icon – but he still had time for younger pastors like myself, Charles E. Price, G.A. Williams, E.M. Williams, Edward Johnson, and others. He added me to the staff of the Baptist Ministers Union, when he was President, and we served together in the Progressive Baptist District Association.
I never will forget he was the guest speaker for New Hope Friendship Baptist Church’s Church Anniversary. The place was packed. During the offering he said this – “We can’t celebrate the bride (the church) without celebrating the groom (the pastor) . . .” and he reached over and gave me a generous check. It brings tears to my eyes because he didn’t know how needed those funds were.
In ensuing years, I’ve been a guest of Dr. Winters and Bayview (and of course his wonderful wife, Betty Winters) and he never put me up in a Motel 6 type of hotel. He was always generous and put me in beautiful hotels and great venues.
Dr. Winters’ monogram is easily that captain’s cap he wore around the country. You always knew that Dr. Winters has a love for being near the ocean and from the highest point of Bayview, you could look down and see the ocean. He planted congregations with the “view” name attached, all thriving to this day.
An author and lecturer on Church Growth and a specialist on Stewardship. He took stewardship to another level and taught “grace giving” that meant that giving should not be restricted to just the tithe. In his tenure, Bayview built a beautiful sanctuary (and recently did a major remodel) and the Martin Luther King, Jr. Educational Building that houses offices, classrooms and a world-class dining hall. Additionally, the church owns significant amounts of property in the neighborhood. It’s a far cry from the day he became the pastor 40 years ago.
I pray that my friend will enjoy his well deserved retirement. He has hosted some of America’s best preachers. He has been a denominational leader within National Baptist Convention of America, Inc. International, and supporter of causes. He is an entrepreneur of the saved kind. And knowing him, retirement means he’ll have more time to devote to writing, travel (especially to Greece), and spending his golden years with Sis. Betty.
Whatever his next chapter will be, his gospel will remain the same . . . giving.
YOUR COMMENTS ARE WELCOMED.
Ten Things Pastors Wish They Knew Before They Became Pastors.
In an informal survey of pastors, I asked a simple question:
What do you wish you had been told before you became a pastor?
Some of the responses were obvious. For me, a few were surprises.
I note them in order of frequency of response, not necessarily in order of importance. After each item, I offer a representative quote from a pastor.
- I wish someone had taught me basic leadership skills. “I was well grounded in theology and Bible exegesis, but seminary did not prepare me for the real world of real people. It would have been great to have someone walk alongside me before my first church.”
- I needed to know a lot more about personal financial issues. “No one ever told me about minister’s housing, social security, automobile reimbursement, and the difference between a package and a salary. I got burned in my first church.”
- I wish I had been given advice on how to deal with power groups and power people in the church. “I got it all wrong in my first two churches. I was fired outright from the first one and pressured out in the second one. Someone finally and courageously pointed out how I was messing things up almost from the moment I began in a new church. I am so thankful that I am in the ninth year of a happy pastorate in my third church.”
- Don’t give up your time in prayer and the Word. “I really don’t ever remember anyone pointing me in that direction. The busier I became at the church, the more I neglected my primary calling. It was a subtle process; I wish I had been forewarned.”
- I wish someone had told me I needed some business training. “I felt inadequate and embarrassed in the first budget meetings. And it really hit home when we looked at a building program that involved fund raising and debt. I had no clue what the bankers were saying.”
- Someone should have told me that there are mean people in the church. “Look, I was prepared to deal with critics. That’s the reality of any leadership position. But I never expected a few of the members to be so mean and cruel. One church member wrote something really cruel on my Facebook wall. Both my wife and children cried when they read it.”
- Show me how to help my kids grow up like normal kids. “I really worry about the glass house syndrome with my wife and kids. I’m particularly worried that my children will see so much of the negative that they will grow up hating the church. I’ve seen it happen too many times.”
- I wish I had been told to continue to date my wife. “I was diligent in dating my wife before I became a pastor. I then got so busy helping others with their needs that I neglected her. I almost lost my marriage. She felt so alone as I tried to meet everyone’s needs but hers.”
- Someone needed to tell me about the expectation of being omnipresent. “I had no idea that people would expect me to be at so many meetings, so many church socials, and so many sports and civic functions. It is impossible to meet all those expectations, so I left some folks disappointed or mad.”
- I really needed help knowing how to minister to dying people. “Some of those who have terminal illnesses have such a strong faith that they minister to me. But many of them are scared and have questions I never anticipated. I was totally unprepared for these pastoral care issues when I first became a pastor.”
How do you respond to this list? What would you add?
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by Robert Earl Houston
In beginning the process of completing my Internal Revenue Service tax return, I came upon the line that asked for my occupation. Today I’ve been thinking about that over and over and over again – is ministry my calling or is it my vocation?
In 1978 while a student at Multnomah School of the Bible (now Multnomah University), a group of pastoral theology majors (me included) would have out at the local Burgerville, USA restaurant (don’t laugh – they have one of the best hamburgers in the country). Many of the names are a blur but the conversation one day wasn’t. It was in regards to the call of ministry. It was prompted by a tremendous lecture from our professor, the late Dr. Kopp.
A couple of us went on to describe our “call” – how the Lord had spoken either verbally and indirectly into our lives and we had responded to the call by surrendering our lives and life ambitions into the hands of the Lord. I was proud to say that the Lord had “called” me at the tender age of 17 and I felt led to prepare for a lifelong ministry.
Then the conversation took a turn for the worst.
One student said, “I tried being a plumber and the work was too hard, so I decided to go into the ministry . . .”
Then another said, “I was going to pursue a doctoral degree in medicine, but I figured I could make just as much by doing a degree in theology . . .”
And then another yet, “My father and grandfathers are pastor. That’s the ‘family business.'”
Wow . . .
Methinks that with some ministers today, those kind of illustrations are not just theory. Sadly, some ministers go because of talent instead of gifts; oratory instead of pneuma; a business plan instead of vision. Ministry is not a job, it’s a calling. It’s not a vocation, it’s a calling. It’s not something that you study to become, it’s something that you study because you are. Ministry is a calling!
The New Testament bears witness of Jesus calling His disciples (John 6:70 and other references) and that call is continued by Him through the Holy Spirit (Acts 9). There are volunteer workers to support the ministry, there are volunteers that financially support the ministry, but there are no recorded volunteer preachers. You’re either called or your not.
For those of us who are called, ministry is not performance. We don’t seek public affirmation of what the Lord has led us to do or preach. We don’t gauge this week’s sermon by last week’s sermon. We view a “flunk” in preaching as a bump in the road and not the reason for resignation. We view our ministries in terms of seasons instead of years.
I don’t know whatever happened to those guys. But I do know what happened to the one who is writing this blog – he is a minister.
by Robert Earl Houston
One of the facets that cannot be ignored during this month of Black History is the affect of prophetic preaching in the African-American experience.
If it weren’t for those voices who preached about social justice, sometimes all by themselves, Lord only knows where we would be today. Preachers like E.V. Hill, Martin Luther King, Jr., Andrew Young, Jesse Louis Jackson, Sr., Adam Clayton Powell, Gardner Calvin Taylor, Ralph David Abernathy, William Augustus Jones, J. Alfred Smith, Sr., and others, who sounded the alarm to awaken the social conscience of not only black America, but of the entire nation. They challenged this nation during a time of war, social unrest, discrimination, and other maladies. They challenged not only those who heard them in the comfortable confines of their churches, but they led peaceful protest of governmental policies in the streets.
They preached against the marginalization of the negro.
They preached about the lack of adequate housing and employment.
They preached about strengthening of the family structure.
They preached about unjust verdicts received by the negro in court cases.
They preaching against the violent methods of protest.
Fast forward to 2013 – what has happened to prophetic preaching?
Before I delve into this matter, I will confess that I am not called to a prophetic preaching ministry. I am an expository pastor/preacher/teacher and I’m quite comfortable where God has placed me. I’m in a community where a goodly amount of people gather and it is necessary for me to address some issues, events and circumstances within a biblical context. However, at this point, I’m not called to preach prophetically, however, there are times when the prophetic utterance occurs within the context of a sermon.
I think that those men and women of that day were called to that ministry. By divine reckoning, their personalities and ambitions complemented the prophetic preaching ministry. None of these men were afraid of the consequences. Their reputations were never “on the line” and they were not concerned about opinion polls or how they would be perceived by Associations or Conventions. In fact, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was publicly fired from denominational office by National Baptist Convention, USA, Inc. president, Dr. John Harrison Jackson, which was one of the major factors which led to the formation of the Progressive National Baptist Convention, Inc.
Prophetic Ministry means that you depend not upon a pulpit nor denomination for survival. That speaking out against injustices is your passion. Dr. King showed us that speaking out does not have to be laced with profanity nor ignorance. He showed us that non-violent demonstration is how you affect change that can be lasting. Dr. King and the “fathers of the movement” showed us that eloquence defeats ignorance, that prayer defeats strongholds, that social justice trumps injustice.
What has happened to prophetic preaching?
I think what has happened is that prophetic preaching is not a priority in most of our ministries. Using the words of Tip O’Neill, “all politics is local.” And if you live in an area where the people are not suffering as a whole like in other parts of the country, God may not have called a minister to that mantle. I was asked by the Chairman of an initiative of the Progressive National Baptist Convention, Inc., who wanted to know if I wanted to sign onto a project to combat teenage pregnancy, especially among church teenagers. The shock in his face when I told him, “to my knowledge, there are no young teenage girls in my church that have been pregnant in four years.” That’s true. However, in his area (Washington, DC), it’s an epidemic.
Everyone is not called to preach prophetically. I don’t think it’s wise to beat a drum that nobody will hear. For example, to demonstrate and “speak truth to power” when there is no one of power in the room and then go and brag about “I really told that Sarah Palin off today” is missing the mark if Sarah Palin was not in the house.
I recall from the civil rights marches of the 1960s that the “powers that be” heard the voices of the prophetic. They couldn’t help but because the prophetical voices were not tethered to pulpits and ivory towers of churches. They took to the streets, they grabbed bullhorns, they marched (not in gators), and made headlines until President John F. Kennedy, President Lyndon Baines Johnson, and President Richard Nixon heard their voices.
They were brought into the White House not to preach prophetically, but because they already had.
I applaud those who are called to speak on behalf of the defenseless, the poor, the destitute, those who suffer injustices within their communities and in this nation. Somebody has to speak for the Lord and for His people in times of great injustices. However, I firmly believe that you have to be called to it. The Church of God in Christ has a “theme song” that says: “This is the Church of God in Christ | This is the Church of God in Christ | You don’t join it | You must be born in it | This is the Church of God in Christ.”
I feel that way about prophetic preaching. It has to be birthed from the preacher given the times. God bless those who speak prophetically to our cities, states, nation and world.
I welcome your comments and discussion to this blog below.
I Remember Part 1 (Some of the Pastors who were instrumental to my ministry that are now with the Lord)
by Robert Earl Houston
There is no doubt that the images and video from this ordination service has blown up like wildfire across the body of Christ. No matter if you’re black or white, PAW or Baptist, young or old – these images have created a controversy within the Body of Christ.
I want to look at this, not in sexual terms. In the church we have this bad habit of equating a lot of things in a sexual connotation. That’s not my desire, so if you’re looking for some salacious reading material – move on to the next blog.
I want to look at this in terms of what Consecration and Ordination are about and mean. I was 24 years old when I was ordained. I preached my first sermon in April 1978 at New Hope Missionary Baptist Church, then pastored by the late Dr. A. Bernard Devers, I. I, along with my brother-in-the-ministry, Walter Monroe Brown, Jr., served as Co-Interim Pastors of New Hope for six months in late 1984. When the new pastor arrived, Dr. Johnny Pack, IV from Texarkana, Arkansas, the church wanted to reward our faithfulness and voted to ordain us into the gospel ministry.
Dr. Devers had actually started the process with us and you should have seen our eyes when he gave us a copy of the 750 plus question catechism. When Dr. Pack arrived, he gave us his version of a catechism and it was simply less than 50 questions. He explained to us, “you’re not ordained because of what you don’t know, you’re ordained because of what you already know.”
I remember vividly our ordination service. The place was PACKED. Portland hadn’t seen a multiple-minister ordination. The late Rev. Eugene Boyd, Jr., who was Moderator of the Union Baptist District Association, served as Chairman of the Council. We faced the audience as we were publicly quizzed by leading pastors and ministers in the area – Dr. T.L. Lewis, the late Rev. Robert C. Hill, Dr. James Clarence Edward Faulkner, Rev. George H. Merriweather, Rev. Edward Dobbins, and Rev. Donald Frazier. After examination, the council retired, tabulated their voices, returned and Dr. Faulkner gave report of the council. We knelt before the altar, the Pastors and Ministers laid hands upon us and we were officially ordained as Baptist Ministers. Following the prayer, they greeted us, and then we were presented with our Ordination Certificates by Pastor Pack, who then took us downtown to have our paperwork registered with the City of Portland Clerk’s office.
No “cloth burial.”
No “special method of ordination.”
I think that many of us in the Church have a problem with this because of the lack of Biblical justification. The contact that is mentioned in 1 Timothy 5:22 says “lay hands on no man suddenly.” For the life of me, I only see the words appoint, or transference of authority – but that’s not done in the manner that we’ve seen.
My problem with this is that it has become a mockery of ordination and for those who are in the bishopric, consecration. I was led to believe that one of the facets of being a bishop was to uphold the mysteries of the kingdom, but not to write the mysteries as you go along. Again, there is no Biblical justification for an ordination that we’ve seen.
Further, any ordination that I’ve seen or authorization of ministry that I’ve seen is done by either anointing (of oil) or laying of hands. Ordination should not be turned into a mystical event. Ordination should never raise more questions than it answers. Ordination should never turn that which is sacred into that which is open to ridicule. Ordination should end with a celebration of what God is doing in the candidate’s life and not a scar that will follow him the rest of his ministry.
Pastor Jackson has a right to conduct services however he sees fit. That’s the Baptist in me talking, because I believe whole heartedly in autonomy of churches and pastors. I would never tell him or any other pastor, without their permission, what I think should happen in their churches. That’s a line that should never be crossed. However, by the same token, it should be understood that however you conduct a sacred service, you cannot silence questions by throwing a blanket answer as if to say “this is spiritual y’all and it’s deep – if you can’t see it, that’s because you’re not spiritual” (my words, not his).
The last time I read an explanation like that, it was by a naked king who was sold an invisible garment.
I know we operate in the spiritual realm – but operating in the spirit should never negate or overrule the words of Scripture. Unfortunately, the Church is like a bad drug addict, looking for that next “ecclesiastical high” whether it’s titles, practice or attire. Instead of going higher in the Lord, we are headed to the abyss.
I have 13 associate ministers. I reckon at some point, if the Lord allows, I will be recommending some of them to be ordained. But ordination is not done lightly. The testament of that at FBC is that I have yet to perform an ordination service. Licensing of ministers used to be on-the-spot, but after reflecting over the process, it’s now done after one year of faithful service. Again, it should be with the goal that ministry is a long-distance race and not a fast-sprint.
Walter and I just celebrated 28 years of ordination this past February. Walter has pastored and served churches in Portland and preached throughout Oregon, Washington, Idaho and his native state of New Jersey. God has seen fit to allow me to serve five churches in pastoral ministry, preach across the country. For us, ordination was not supposed to cripple our ministry – it was supposed to endorse it. Ordination was our springboard and not our tombstone.
What the world has now witnessed could never be interpreted as an endorsement, but rather as a crippling event.
by Robert Earl Houston
One of the greatest mis-statements is the name of Fran Striker’s “The Lone Ranger.” This character was a masked ex-Texas Ranger who fought injustice in the old western United States. He rode a horse by the name of Silver and his tag line was “Hi-Yo! Silver, Away . . .” His name would strike fear into his opponents and he would always show up with his “A” game.
But he was not a lone ranger.
Fighting right along side with him was “Tonto.” He was a native Indian who shared the Lone Ranger’s sense of justice and often times it found him fighting not only those who looked like the Lone Ranger but sometimes he fought those who looked like him. These characters have been beloved since 1933.
But he was not a lone ranger.
I believe that Pastors cannot have that epitaph over their lives. Pastors need a friend. Not a flunky. Not a yes-man or yes-woman. Not an underling. You need somebody that runs in your sphere and is somewhere either above or below in your abilities. You need somebody who can be your Jonathan to your David; That can be your Silas to your Paul; That can be your James to your John; That can be your Tonto to your Lone Ranger.
In this era of competitiveness and unfortunate isolation many pastors are clean and polished on the outside, great orators in the pulpit, and are empty because they have no peer relationships in their lives. I’m not talking about the occasional shaking of hands at a conference or the small group laugh at a convention – I mean someone with whom they can trust enough (key) to where verbal shorthand is the linguistics and honest rapport is the rule. Where no subject is off limits and it’s okay if a few choice, non-Biblical words are used to express frustration, anger, joy, and other emotions.
I’m wary of pastors who don’t have friends. The Bible declares correctly, “if you want to have friends, be friendly.” However, the balancing act of a pastor, (which includes God, family, and church) is not a two handed juggle act. Sometimes you need an extra pair of hands to help you sort through some things, look at some things, and analyze some things.
Due to the nature of this vocation, sometimes your friend may be across the country. It may be another pastor in your city. It may be a pastor that your people will never see. However, you need to find that person as soon as possible. I’m not talking about your pastor, because that’s a scope of a completely different relationship – there are some things I will say to my friend that I wouldn’t dare utter to my pastor. Before you pick that apart think of the pastor as a parent – are there some things that are so personal that you wouldn’t share with a parent, but you would with a friend? Of course there are.
Don’t be a lone ranger. There were some situations where the Lone Ranger found himself tied up, shot at, trapped, kidnapped, and in the threat of dangers he never saw.
But Tonto came to his rescue. Don’t be a lone ranger.
by Robert Earl Houston
I received quite a response on the blog, “Dear Angry Pastor.” It is easily the most read, tweeted, and shared on Facebook since I went to this WordPress format. I wanted to share what ministers and pastors have shared thus far. Also, I’ll be adding more responses as they come in.
- Great information and perspective!!! Thanks Robert Earl Houston!!!
- Good stuff, good stuff and full of wisdom!!
- Thanks pastor! Practical principles for progress…stay blessed and please keep writing
I needed that!
- That was rich!
- “Sage” advice!
- To God be the Glory!!!
- That’s wise counsel!
- Well written… Quite thorough and thoughtful… When we consider the fact that anger is a secondary emotion it is imperative to find the root cause of the anger. Bless you my brother… I appreciate you & your ministry.
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- Thanks Pastor!
- Thanks for sharing that insightful commentary. It is quite helpful and I’m going to do my best to get a life!
by Robert Earl Houston
Three years ago this week, my father in the ministry, Dr. Arthur Bernard Devers, I, senior pastor of the West End Baptist Church, San Antonio, Texas, went home to be with the Lord. As a son, I mourn his death to this day. I’m heartbroken but I rejoice knowing that He is with Our King. He taught us how to grieve in the Lord and to have a hope in Christ.
I was asked by his widow, Wanda Devers, to speak at the Memorial Service and these words ring just as true today as they did as I stood in the pulpit where “Dad” stood after standing in pulpits in Portland, Oregon, Seattle, Washington and literally around the nation:
This is like talking after being in a 10.0 earthquake. There will be some rough spots. There will be some tears. I need your prayers.
For all of the sons and daughters in the ministry of Dr. A.B. Devers, I – it all started in the office. Coming to tell him that either you were a minister at another church and you wanted him to be your pastor or you were a nervous wreck coming to him and saying that the Lord had called you to preach.
In 1977, I stepped into his office and we talked. Well, he talked and I listened. He told me it was his job to be my teacher, I had to trust his guidance and he promised to do whatever he could to help me in ministry. He said to learn from everything he did and even his mistakes. From that cold winter night in December 1977 until a cold winter’s morning in December 2009, Dr. A. Bernard Devers, I, has been my father in the ministry.
As a father he would teach you from the word and he even allowed you to come to the office and just watch him do his job. I’m sure many of us have had this experience of coming to the church after school or work and just watch him handle phone calls, eat, open the mail, eat, draw up schedules, eat, write class notes, eat, work on his sermon and eat.
Rev. Devers never ate without offering you a bite. He would take you to his favorite restaurants – The Pagoda, Hung Far Low, and yes, Denny’s. He treated you like his own flesh and blood. He took care of the check because during that meal you were going to go to Advanced Studies in Theology as taught by him. Sometimes the class was thirty minutes and sometimes the class was five hours. But it was never about cloning himself. He wanted his preachers to be the best “you” that “you” could be.
He could love you, hug you, praise you – but he also knew how to correct you. You knew it was coming. He would bend his head to one side, tighten his eyebrows, clear this throat, and you had to take it. Sometimes it would sting. Sometimes it would make you want to quit. But you knew that he never would jack you up, I mean, correct you without a good reason and you knew, a few days later, he loved you.
I remember he asked me to pray when I was in my 20s. I thought I was doing a good job until he said “ahem…let me talk to you.” He brought me into the office and he gave me a note pad and said I want you to hear this recording of the service, and want you to take a tally of every time you said “Father God” in your prayer. It turns out I said Father God about 125 times. The next time I said the Lord’s Prayer and sat down.
He wanted us to be PREACHERS. Not imitation preachers. Not uneducated preachers. Not doctrinally unsound preachers. He wanted us to be the kind of preacher that God would be proud of and pleased with. He invested himself into us. He wanted us to be prepared preachers. He told us to always have three sermons available – one in your head, one in your heart, and one in your pocket. He wanted his preachers prepared like Dr. C.E. Williams prepared him.
He was proud of his preachers. I have no doubt that he was proud of all of us. On last Sunday I picked up the phone and was about to do what I normally do about once every week or so, and that was to dial his cell phone, to chat with him, swap some jokes, get his advice, run some things by him. I dialed the numbers and was about to push “CALL” until I had to remind myself he’s not going to pick up that phone.
But what’s interesting is that the phone wasn’t labeled “HOLLA” or “MAKE IT RING” – it was labeled “CALL.” The Holy Spirit reminded me that Dr. Devers’ life was about THE CALL.
It was the call that He received to preach the Word. It was the call that He received to train a generation of young men and women who pastor and preach from the emerald city of Seattle to the rose city of Portland to the red clay streets of Alabama to the peach state of Georgia to the Commonwealth of Kentucky to the cowboy capital of Pendleton to the Golden State of California to the State of New York to the Great State of Texas. It was the call that He used as a measuring stick of your potential. It was the call that took him from Seattle to Portland back to Seattle and then to San Antonio.
And on December 6, 2009 it was the call, we didn’t understand it and tell the truth some of us still don’t understand it, but I remember Doc had a line in the church bulletins that read “To serve this present age, my calling to fulfill, O may it all my powers engage to do my master’s will.”
The Call took him from San Antonio to the Streets of Glory.
The Call took him from the arms of loved ones into the arms of Jesus.
The Call took him from sorrow into joy.
The Call took him from teaching and preaching to resting from labor.
To paraphrase Edward M. Kennedy, Pastor Devers is gone, but the Call lives and the Call never dies! The teaching never dies! The laughter never dies! The caring, the nurturing, and the preaching never dies! And the Legacy that he implanted in us will NEVER die . . .