Monday, February 23, 2015

Relationally Challenged

I let everyone down. Most of them would never say it. Most of them don’t even know what they’re missing (ha). But I do let everyone down. Sometimes, someone notices.

My thoughts began to spin around this topic over the fact that there was a deacon in the hospital who I should have visited, and I didn’t get around to it before he was out. Granted the hospital was an hour away, and it wasn’t a life threatening situation, but I still wish I would have made the visit. For one thing, I really like the guy. It was a chance to further our relationship, and I missed it.

Don’t get the wrong idea. Truth is I don’t make a ton of hospital visits. I’ve delegated the bulk of that to our deacon ministry. So don’t think I’m that run-ragged pastor who thinks he has to do everything himself, because that’s not the case. Our church is too big for that. I try to lead leaders and focus on my relationships with leaders.

All of this led me to start thinking about how I prioritize relationships. I think it probably goes something like this:

1.) My Wife
2.) My Kids (3 including my son’s wife)
3.) My Parents
4.) Close Friends (maybe 2-3)
5.) Church Staff (7 people)
6.) Church Leaders of Leaders
7.) Church Leaders
8.) Church Members
9.) Church Attenders (active members/attenders somewhere around 600 people)

And that’s kind of where my thinking stopped, but then I remembered several other categories of people who I wasn’t even sure where to put on the list. What about extended family? My sister? And what about my neighbors, most of whom are unsaved and/or un-churched? And what about old friends and people who I really cared about in churches where I served before, and what about missionaries I know who need a touch now and then, and I could go on and on. The point isn’t where these people would be placed on the list, or even whether my list is in the correct order, but rather, the point is that I LET THEM ALL DOWN.

Don’t misunderstand. This thought process is not a result of anyone complaining at present. This comes from my own heart and mind. I feel relationally challenged. I want to have an impact on all of these lives, and I want to “be there” for all of these people, but I can’t. I just can’t. There are not enough pieces of me to go around. In fact, when I really think through this list of people, I can only draw the conclusion that relationally… I’m a dismal failure.

As I look down through the list, I’m not where I want to be after about, oh, the first one on the list. Most of the time I do prioritize my wife, but sometimes I even let her down. After that, I’m nowhere close to where I wish I could be, and it gets worse and worse as I look down the list. Take #6, “Leaders of Leaders.” Sometimes all that happens there is maybe an email every week or two, and not much else. How can this be? Yeah, I probably need to make some more investments there, right? And what about my staff even? Oh, sometimes I’m strong with one or two of them but often I feel like I’ve completely lost touch with most of them. I let everyone down… whether they realize it or not.

Ringing in my ears, I can hear all the advice that readers might want to give me. Delegate more. Prioritize relationships more. Make a point to reach out to more of the people on this list more…. More, more, more. Yeah, I’m sure I’ll do some of that, and that will help with that person or those people, but it will take away from someone else on the list, and then I’ll need to shift again… and again and again. I am not an inexhaustible resource.

In fact, I feel quite weak. I should be better at all of this. I should have more to give. I really feel like I should. Why am I so inadequate on almost every front? I feel like Bilbo… “like butter spread over too much bread.” What am I saying? I am doomed to let everyone down… or at least, myself.

Thankfully, thankfully, I am surrounded by understanding people. Like I said, I’m not feeling pressured by the people on this list. I’m pressuring myself. I’m disappointed with myself. I want to pour more into more of these people. I really do. But I don’t know if I can.

And it isn’t really about time. I have time. I could make more phone calls during the day. I could schedule a few more meetings. I could make more plans to get together, and now that this is on my radar, I probably will, but in the end I’m not sure this is really fixable, because the problem is with my own limitations, not time.

How many close relationships can I really hope to have? Looking back at my list, my heart is to have a very close relationship with probably 30 people, and at least some kind of meaningful relationship with, well, hundreds. Not possible. So what do I do? I play a balancing game and I’m not sure I ever win.

I know, I know. Jesus had twelve… and inside of that He had three… and outside of that there were others He likely knew well to varying degrees (about 120 who wound up in the upper room). We could probably say Jesus was very close to three, fairly close to twelve, and moderately close to 120. Not bad. Not bad at all, but He was Jesus. Apparently my numbers are way too big. Okay. Who’s out? I have more than three, just in family members.

What’s the point of all this? There is no point, really. I write to process problems, not solve them. I just wonder if anyone else struggles with all this too. Maybe I wanted someone to know they aren’t alone. Maybe I just needed to vent. Life is a challenge, but God is good. I know He will help me find the right balance. Prayers appreciated.

Monday, February 9, 2015

When The Milk Goes Bad (An Empty Nest Poem)




When The Milk Goes Bad
By Mark Ford
02-04-15

When the milk goes bad,
And the laundry’s all done,
That’s when you know…
The kids are no longer at home.

So we sit in the fam’ly room watching TV,
But I look at her while she looks at me,
And that’s when we know…
The chicks have all flown.

We’ve heard this was coming for many a year,
People older than us, would talk of their tears.
We knew…
That one day our work would be done,
And our children would truly be gone.

Only one person knows just how this all feels,
Only she shares the same exact cost.
Our children have left us; it’s all very real,
Together we manage our loss.

So now I am blue, though I’m proud of them too.
One off at college, the other just married,
Yet wasn’t yesterday when, we tucked them in bed…
And waited to be the tooth fairy?

This all sounds so sad,
And now I feel bad,
But inside I do know it is true,
While yesterday’s over and will not return,
Tomorrow, good things are born new.

So when we buy milk,
From this point and forward,
We’ll look for a smaller amount.
And when kids come home, though just for a visit,
We’ll make every bit of it count.