Thursday, August 14th, 2008
The Kind of People Who Serve with Village Missions
I received the following e-mail from a Village Missionary. I changed some details to protect anonymity.
I want to share a story with you that few people know. I shared this with my District Representative (DR) while it was happening as a DR and a friend in confidence. When we joined VM, it was with some hesitation. I believe there was close to two years between the formal and informal applications. I grew with the ministry at the VM church I was attending while finishing my education, earning a Masters in Theology and one in Christian counseling. When we arrived on this field, it is as if God pushed us here. He left us a little choice at the time…it was that obvious. We are here our first Sunday and come to the realization that there are only eight people. The congregation consists of older women with one man who immediately made it known to me that he was neither a leader nor a mature believer. There was a cloud of legalism that hung over this church. The first few months I was confused and felt that I was wasting resources, both VM and mine’s on this particular church. I prayed to God and said, “If there aren’t 50 people in two years, I am out of here.”
Two years, almost to the date of that prayer, and only at about 18 people, I get a call from a church I had preached at a few years back. They asked me if I would be interested in candidating. I thought about my situation and my prayer and told them that I would not have pursued anything else but that I would not close the doors since God may have a plan. For about three months, I go through a number of phone meetings, all the while praying that God would close the door or make it obvious. After the VM conference, my family went there and was treated extremely well. We were looking for a reason to turn this offer down but could not find it. The church and the huge parsonage was on the water. Our salary would have at least been four times as much as what we are at now (throughout the process I told them not to mention the salary to me), and it was a church of about 160 poised for growth.
My family comes back. I go one last time to preach and teach. They fly me out there and I am energized at the evening time of teaching. There were about 80 people and they loved to reason through Scripture. What a difference! Yet at no time did I feel like God was saying, “Yes, go ahead.” My wife had that same sense. The week I was supposed to give them my answer I told them that clearly God was not allowing me to leave this ministry. That “no” meant that I was going to stay in a “not so ideal” parsonage. That no meant that my family would continue to financially struggle. My kids would not have nice things or vacations. That “no” meant that I am in a church that could care far less about my education as opposed to how much grass I can cut in a day.
After the hardest decision I ever had to make, I came back, still not knowing if I had done the will of God for my family. A call goes off and I find myself in the red glow of the back of a fire truck looking at faces. Knowing that none of these people would ever step foot in a church or have a relationship with someone that knew Jesus Christ personally. This helped bring me back to reality. I rode back home with my neighbor who asked me out of the blue if I was leaving soon (I know he knew nothing because no one did, it was kind of creepy), of which I could absolutely and honestly tell him, “not for a long time.” That Sunday the church gave us a gift of encouragement. That same Sunday, following the service, we had a potluck. My youngest daughter, who is two, began to choke and we could not get it out. I called 9-1-1 and though my wife finally got it out after what seemed like an eternity, people came from the woodwork because they knew who put that call in. And there that first Sunday after making the decision were the two biggest groups I minister to…the church and the community…in particular the fire department. And that “no” meant that God had given me the wonderful privilege of being right here for Him. Right here where He had always meant for me to be, serving with VM. I am confident of this more then ever.
I share this because, first, I appreciate the expedience of the video so that we missionaries can be informed, and secondly, I know that you have had to make some very difficult decisions. I think you have done a great job with this. But I have to tell you, more then any business savvy you may have, more then any fiscal plans the mission comes up with, more then anything…..I appreciate your heart. This ministry is tough and life is short and God will provide. He already is. The temporal sacrifices we will have to make in the upcoming years is nothing compared to the eternal benefits. I for one am just glad that I am a part of a mission where I believe the “men” have separated from the boys and we do things a little different with much faith. And I am thankful that we have an executive director who has the wisdom to perceive that God will do things, in spite of us at times, as we strive to obediently serve Him. I am praying for you and those that make decisions and I hope that you are encouraged, because though the mountaintop is always the best view and where we like to be the fruit is grown in the valley and I look forward to that day of harvest. Thanks Brian.
