WHEN I REMEMBER YOU

In writing to the church at Philippi Paul begins with a prayer for the congregation, “I thank my God,” the prayer opens, “every time I remember you…” (3:1).

I want to take a moment and affirm to each one of you that I thank God for you every time you come to mind. It is difficult to be a leader in the church today. The church no longer holds a position of prestige in the community. In fact, it seems that more often than not the church is the scapegoat for all of peoples’ disappointments and frustrations.

Declining attendance, the closing of many houses of worship, and the failure of many new church starts to succeed makes it difficult to cast vision and dream the dreams of God.

However, I want to say, “thank you.” Thank you to all of you who freely offer your time to serve the church, often in unseen roles of quiet service. “Thank you” to those who continually lift your pastor and church staff up in prayer. “Thank you” to all of you who teach Sunday school, lead a small group, set up tables and chairs for special events, serve in the food pantry, provide special music, usher, make coffee, unlock the doors, take care of the building and grounds, prepare meals for children on Sunday evening, drive the van, pick up the trash, or any one of the myriad other tasks that are required to keep the ministries of the church functioning.

It is easy to sit back and criticize those who lead the church. The ugly words “clique” and “elite” get bandied about freely by those who do not step up and share in the tasks of ministry. To those who hide behind these words I want to challenge you to take a risk and actively join one of the “cliques” that you so gleefully condemn. When you make that effort, you will quickly discover that there are no such things as “cliques”. Ministry is open to everyone who chooses to be engaged. It is only a “clique” because we have refused to be involved.

This is an outstanding church! You need to know that. Many churches and pastors are suffering terribly because Christian people have forgotten whose church it is. Churches split; pastors are sacrificed because we have taken our eyes off Jesus and determined that it is “my” church. Guess what? It’s not your church. It’s not my church. It is Christ’s church. Anything that takes the focus away from Christ and places it on human endeavor is heresy.

You need to know something else. Your pastor loves you! Your pastor walks with feet of clay and thus is vulnerable to the same temptations and failures that plague you. Your pastor falls, makes mistakes, gets frustrated, and sometimes lets you down. But know this, your pastor loves you! “I thank my God every time I remember you…”

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3 Responses to WHEN I REMEMBER YOU

  1. Peggie and Gary Boldt says:

    High five for a great blog. One more reason why we love our church and church family so much. Thank you so much for your service, your commitment, and your level of love and concern for ALL of your parishioners. We are all sinners in need of God’s mercy and grace. We love you and your family as well.

  2. Shai nyi says:

    ” I thank my God every time I remember you”… James Owen Wolfe, for being there when I needed you most, and showing me what His love truly is. I remember the first sermon that I ever heard you preach, ” It’s not fair, it’s grace” and how it was if no one else were in the church and God himself was talking directly to me through you, and it was exactly what I needed to hear.
    I thank God every time I remember you….the members of the church who were so welcoming and open to a stranger the first time I attended. The hardest part was walking through the door the first time, only to be greeted with a hug by Ron and a warm smile by Janet and many friendly welcomes by others that day.
    But most of all I thank God every time I remember… Him and all that He has done for me in this life in a very personal and intimate way. Each time we put Him first, obey His will, and put others ahead of ourselves as greeters at the door on sunday morning, small group hosts, special music participants, youth group hosts, board members or simply by offering a welcoming smile and handshake to a new face in the crowd, we show our gratitude to Him and thank God every time. . .

  3. Shai nyi says:

    “Ministry” seems so …. intimidating, so formal, so daunting. I can’t “be” a minister or “minister” to others. I don’t see myself doing ministry, leading a worship, praying in front of a crowd. I’m not a leader. Don’t you need a white collar or a long dark robe to go ministry? I’m not a good enough person to minister to others. I don’t know enough theology. I haven’t read the entire bible and have no ideas who Rehobahm is. Sometimes I skip church for golf. Why would God want me to minister?.
    But in Latin, minister simply means service, to serve others, and is that not what Jesus asks us to do, whether that is in any of the ways that Jim described above, or just being present with someone in their time of need or even during a round of golf ( thanks Gordon Frobish). Ministry has no requirements of education, location, or situation. Ministry (Service ) only asks that we put others needs before our own and obey His call to serve. The church is not a building or a person or a denomination. It is a living, breathing, loving presence, and that presence is made possible through service. Service to Him and to those around us. In that way, we are all ministers.

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