In my many years of relationship with a Seminary, I’ve seen him come and go. His name is Legion (meaning, “many”). God called him, so he came to Seminary to prepare for that calling. To make ends meet, his wife worked on campus as a Secretary, he likewise worked part-time on campus, and eventually, he served a small church. When he graduated, the Lord who called him to Seminary, did not call him from Seminary. So, he stayed. Employed by the Seminary, he lived out his calling through service. When his time was up, he left. As the years rolled by, Seminary leadership changed, and like in the Old Testament, when a new leader arrived, “there arose a new king over Egypt, who did not know Joseph” (Exodus 1:8), the new leadership did not know Legion. No inner-office communication announced his death. No one lowered the Seminary flags to half-staff. When the same Lord who called him to Seminary preparation and service, called him Home, he was met with “Well done” (Matthew 25:21). God does not lie. The only ones who are greeted with “Well done” upon their heavenly arrival, are those who have done well. Legion served faithfully. His earthly reward was lacking. His heavenly reward? Well done, Legion. Well done! To the faithful servant, the reward of being faithful over a few things is the same as the reward of being faithful over many things.
As a recent flight was caught in a “holding pattern” the analogy was too obvious for me. Perhaps I’ve been too far to many “celebrations of life” lately. French Philosopher, Pierre Teilhard de Chardin said, “we are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.” Allow me to paraphrase: we are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings temporarily caught in a human holding pattern, awaiting arrival in heaven. In Philippians 3:20, Paul affirms that “our citizenship is in heaven.” We have sung, “This world is not my home I’m just a passing through, my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue” and “I am a stranger here, within a foreign land; my home is far away, upon a golden strand” and again “Beulah Land, I’m longing for you, and some day on thee I’ll stand; there my home shall be eternal, Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land.” In the last few months, I have memorialized family, friends, mentors, colleagues, fellow church members, and others. I’m thankful to still be in my “holding pattern,” and while heaven grows more special with every funeral, I am in no particular hurry to arrive there. So, take your time on my mansion, Lord. With Robert Frost, I have “promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.” But, then again, I’m ready when You are, Lord.
I attended a baby shower recently. I don’t usually go to these types of events. For me, going to a ball game seems much more enjoyable. But this one was special. My granddaughter Whitney, and her husband Josh, are expecting their first child in March. Among other things, this means I will be a great-grandfather. It also means I will now be living with a great grandmother, but that’s another article, surely to be written at a later date. The new-born, which is projected to be a boy, already has a lot of blue items, from gifts opened at the shower. I thought I saw one pink item among the gifts. Obviously, it was a gift from someone who wasn’t present at the “reveal party” which is also something I attended. I am well aware that on several occasions, the Bible says we are not to add anything to the Scripture, but I need to add one little attachment to Deuteronomy 4:9, “Take heed to yourself, and diligently keep yourself, lest you forget the things your eyes have seen, and lest they depart from your heart all the days of your life. And teach them to your children and your grandchildren.” Could we make that “great grandchildren”? Before you get critical, I asked God if I could add that word, and I got no response, which I have interpreted as an OK. The quote is from C.S. Lewis, (although its source is questioned by some). Whoever said it, it now describes me. “You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” So, dream along with me as to what this great-grandboy can become. And pray that I live long enough to “teach” him a few things.
When your Pastor stands to proclaim God’s Word is there the appearance of being “prayed up?” You may or may not be able to discern this, but don’t assume that this is the case. Vance Havner borrowed an anonymous quote to describe the possibility that a pastor may not be up to date in his prayer life. “The devil is in constant conspiracy against a preacher who really prays, for it has been said that what a minister is in his prayer closet is what he is, no more, no less.” Granted, it is difficult for a pastor to cover all the ministerial bases each week and may not even know how to pray effectively. After all, the subject of prayer is taught in very few Bible Colleges and Seminaries. Leonard Ravenhill said, “To stand before men on behalf of God is one thing. To stand before God on behalf of men is something entirely different.” An experience early in my ministry shaped my practice of always knelling before God, before standing before people on behalf of God. A pastor should never speak to people about God until speaking with God about the people. But, again, rather than assume your pastor is “prayed-up,” take it upon yourself to be the intercessor. After all, Paul requested of his readers to be “Praying always . . . for me, that utterance may be given to me, that I may open my mouth boldly to make known the mystery of the gospel” (Ephesians 6:18-19). If the pastor is “prayed-up” and the church members have done their intercessory work, it might be amazing to see what God would do.
My local newspaper recently gained national attention with an investigative report on sexual abuse by ministers in “Independent Fundamentalist Baptist” churches. The study revealed 412 documented allegations of sexual misconduct in 187 churches, based in 40 states and Canada. Let me quickly add that while I am “independent,” and some would say, a bit “fundamental,” and a life-long Baptist, I am not an “Independent Fundamentalist Baptist.” Second, on behalf of ministers everywhere, I’d like to apologize to victims of ministerial abuse. It is never acceptable, nor should it be ignored, or covered up. It is true that many ministers sit dangerously on pedestals, without seat-belts, and when they fall, they deserve correction. While this study focused on one group of churches, it followed a national scandal involving sexual abuse among Roman Catholic priests. So, let me broaden the focus of my comments to include all of those called by God to church-related ministry. As a twenty-two-year Seminary professor, I observed first-hand, the moral and ethical failures of both want-to-be ministers, alumni, and colleagues. This is not a new problem, nor a narrow one. It began shortly after the creation and fall of mankind. Early in my ministry, I memorized a verse of scripture (from the King James Bible, which is all we had back then) as something for which I wanted to strive. It was Paul’s standard, “I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 3:14). I focused on three words: “mark” which was later translated “goal;” “prize” which was an award, often given in the public games of the day; and “calling” which was an invitation, and in the New Testament, always used for a divine call from God. I am not a judge (even though that is the meaning of the Hebrew name, Daniel), and now that I am much closer to pressing toward the finish line than kneeling in the starting blocks, I realize the danger in judging others. However, I pass this verse along to my younger ministerial family, and beyond. Keep your focus on the prize of the “high calling of God in Christ” not the low calling of “the sins of the flesh” (Colossians 2:11). No doubt some have been, and will be again, falsely accused. To those, I repeat what I often told my students, “So live, that when the rumors and the negative reports begin no one will believe them.” In other words, be “marked” by the “high calling.”
During my recent birthday, my social media friends, responded with multiple well wishes. The interesting thing for me was how many different names and titles were used, by those who had known me at different stages of my life, and in different positions of responsibility. I was addressed as Dr. Crawford, Dr. Dan, Dr. C, Brother Crawford, Brother Dan, Dan Crawford, Dan, Dad, Cousin, Bawpaw (used only by my grandkids), Friend, Hermano, Sir, Pastor, Rev, Bro, Neighbor, and probably a few others that I missed. When my brother and I left home for college, our Dad’s parting words were, “remember who you are.” Perhaps he was influenced by the thinking of his day, expressed by Theodore Roosevelt, “The one thing I want to leave my children is an honorable name.” I doubt if my Dad knew who all I would grow up to become. Shakespeare asked, “What’s in a name?” Names are important. Sometimes names set the course of one’s life. I know. I was named after two Baptist preachers and the Chief of Police. Good names are valuable. The writer of Proverbs said, “A good name is to be chosen rather than great riches, loving favor rather than silver and gold” (Proverbs 22:1). Somewhere along my way, I realized that my real name/title was “Christian” – meaning “little Christ” and I was to “Grow up in all things into Him who is the head—Christ” (Ephesians 4:15). In other words, in spite of all the names and titles that people use for you, your assignment is to become more and more Christ-like. There’s a New Year’s resolution for you.
One of the most treasured memories of my pastor-father (Who would have celebrated his 100th birthday this month, were he still with us.) took place annually on the Sunday between Christmas and New Year. Following the sermon and prior to the closing prayer, he would always speak to those who had lost loved ones in the past year, then he would read the following poem. He never read it without his voice cracking with emotion. Having experienced the untimely death of my younger brother, Bob, in the past year, I searched for the poem to read it again. I found several versions of the poem and the author seems to be anonymous. Here’s the way I remember it being read. If you have lost a loved one in the past year, I share this poem with you today.
MY FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN!
I’ve had my first Christmas in Heaven,
A glorious, wonderful day.
I stood with the saints of the ages
Who found Christ, the Truth and the Way.
I sang with the heavenly choir,
Just think, I who longed so to sing
And, oh, what celestial music
We brought to our Savior and King!
We sang the glad songs of redemption,
How Jesus to Bethlehem came.
And how they called His name — Jesus —
That all might be saved through His Name.
We sang once again with the angels
The song they sang that blest morn,
When shepherds first heard the glad story,
That Jesus, the Savior, was born.
Oh, loved ones, I wish you had been here!
No Christmas on earth could compare
With all of the rapture and glory
We witnessed in Heaven so fair.
You know how I always loved Christmas.
It seemed such a wonderful day,
With all of my loved ones around me
The children so happy that day.
Yes, now I can see why I loved it,
And, oh, what a joy it will be
When all of my loved ones are with me
To share in the glories I see.
So, dear ones on earth, here’s my greeting.
Look up till the day dawn appears.
Oh, what a Christmas awaits us
Beyond all our parting tears!
“In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore” (Psalm 16:11)
Tomorrow is Christmas Day. While the birth of Jesus didn’t happen on the day we call “Christmas” nevertheless, many celebrate His birth on December 25, our Christmas Day. Almost lost in the scripture account of Jesus’ birth is the story of Anna. By any measurement, Anna was an elderly woman. The Bible describes her as follows: “She was of a great age and had lived with a husband seven years from her virginity; and this woman was a widow of about eighty-four years” (Luke 2:36-37). Considering the fact that girls often married in their teen-age years, Anna would have been in excess of one hundred years old. According to the Jewish law (Exodus 13:12), Jesus was brought to the Temple to be dedicated to God. There in the Temple, Jesus was encountered by Anna, “who did not depart from the temple, but served God with fastings and prayers night and day” (Luke 2:37). At this encounter, Anna “gave thanks to the Lord” (Luke 2:38). She prayed. Significant is what Anna did next. She “spoke of Him to all those who looked for redemption in Jerusalem” (Luke 2:38). Anna became one of the first evangelists! Anna showed us that it is never too old for one to have a fresh encounter with the Lord, and it is never politically incorrect to proclaim Him to others. What a Christmas role-model!
Have you ever received a compliment you loved, but knew it was not only untrue, but was a huge exaggeration? As I concluded a recent Interim Pastorate, the person in charge of the reception referred to me as “the Babe Ruth of Interim Pastors.” Before I could glow in that characterization, I remembered that while the Babe was a Home Run king, he also led the league in strikeouts. I love compliments like that, but always try to keep things in perspective. Paul reminded us that one should not, “think . . . more highly than he ought to think, but to think soberly” (Romans 12:3). The word “soberly” in other translations, is rendered “balanced.” For me to think “balanced” thoughts about the Babe Ruth compliment, meant I needed to balance home runs with strikeouts. Paul also wrote, “If anyone thinks himself to be something, when he is nothing, he deceives himself” (Galatians 6:3). “Balanced” thoughts keep one from deceiving themselves. However, balanced thinking, should not hinder one from striving to be the best, even to live up to the over-rated compliments of others. After all, it was the Babe who said, “Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.”
Back in the day, when Monday Night football meant listening to Howard Cosell and Dandy Don Meredith, my favorite part came when the game was almost over, and it was obvious who was going to win, and Dandy Don began to sing, “Turn out the lights, the party’s over. They say that all good things must end.” As I conclude a wonderfully challenging Interim Pastorate of seventeen months, I’ve been singing that same song in my head. I have colleagues who don’t like serving as Interim Pastor. Just about the time you make really, good friends, their loyalty shifts to their new incoming pastor, and your party is over. I love being an Interim Pastor. This was my twenty-fourth such time to serve in this capacity. Perhaps it is because my Pastor-Father moved our family every few years, and just about the time I made really, good friends, good things ended. I learned to enjoy that lifestyle rather then protest it. I had a lot more friends than my peers had. So, I move on, having added another group of friends, watching another church from a distance, as they begin to revitalize and grow healthy again. As much as I enjoy Dandy Don (and Willie Nelson’s version) sing about the party being over, I also enjoy Robert Earl Keen, Jr. singing, “The road goes on forever, and the party never ends.” After all, God told Samuel to “walk before Me forever” (1 Samuel 2:30). So, like Samuel, I will walk on to another place of service, richer in spirit, because of the last stop along my way. Next!