Allow me to set some expectations for you. I realize that as you read that phrase, many of you immediately perk up because that’s not a phrase that you're extremely familiar with coming from a pastor. We’re familiar with expectations at work or at home or in school and obviously we realize that God has certain expectations for us in how we live our lives but having expectations set on us within the context of the church, and let alone by a pastor, well that just feels weird. What makes this whole thing even weirder is that I may not even be your pastor. You may have another pastor altogether or you may not even have a pastor. Regardless of where you find yourself falling on that spectrum, feel free to apply the following words to your life.
Understand first, that this is primarily weird because church leaders at large have bought into the consumerism mentality. If you want to be involved, great. If you don’t want to be involved, that’s fine too. You're the "consumer", the church is the "product" and your pastor is the "supplier". And the “supplier” is always on guard making sure that the “consumer” is happy and making sure that the “consumer” doesn’t get upset and making sure that the “consumer” gets what they want or else the “consumer” might go to another “supplier”.
Listen, As a pastor, I get that you have expectations:
Whether you’ve thought about it or not, you come into your church on a weekly basis with expectations. But for the majority of you, that's where it stops. What you don't realize is that your pastor has expectations of you as well.
Below are my expectations, if I'm your pastor: now you know! If I'm not your pastor, chances are these same expectations apply for your pastor.
One of my expectations is that you would learn to develop community for yourself. The Bible is chalked full of Scriptures that deal with the idea of community and Biblical community or God honoring community.
Psalm 133:1 says... "How wonderful and pleasant it is when brothers live together in harmony!"
The 133rd Psalm is actually a “Psalm of Ascent” and all of the Psalms were written to be sung and “Psalms of Ascent” were sung as the people were making their way to Jerusalem. As you would make your way to Jerusalem, regardless of which direction you were coming from, you would always ascend to Jerusalem because of where is was positioned geographically and so you can imagine that as this two or three day journey was coming to a close, it was the last day that was the most difficult because of the climb. But it was on this last and most difficult day that this song was sung, “How wonderful and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity.” They’re referring to a Biblical, God honoring connection between brothers and sisters in Christ who are on the same journey, and although it’s tough road to haul, it’s good when when we’re together.
Check out Acts 2:42-47.
If that’s not an environment that sounds appealing, I don’t know what does. I mean talk about true community. It sounds borderline cultish for us to talk like that today but I think what they were driving at here is the idea of, “Priority within Community”. The priority was clearly the teaching and understanding of God’s Word, the priority was obviously the worship of God but those two things were done within the context of tremendous community. And as a result, “...each day the Lord added to their fellowship those who were being saved.”
I want you to understand that your pastor can’t create that for you. They can’t ensure that you will without a doubt experience authentic relationships within the context of the church setting. Your pastor can provide opportunities all day long but they will amount to nothing if you don't take advantage of them. Stop making excuses for not having community and develop your own community within the church. Join a group, get plugged it to an area of service, do something besides complaining about your lack of community and connectedness.
One of my expectations is that you would learn or continue to learn how to better feed yourself spiritually. I think that often we confuse the ideas of “resource” and “responsibility”. I love that the church gets to be a “resource” for your spiritual growth. We get to offer classes and teaching series and small groups that have the potential to be very relevant to where you are in your faith journey. Here's the problem, somewhere along the line the idea of the church being a “resource” began to change into the church being “responsible” for people’s spiritual development. I want to be clear and say that “we” the church are not responsible for your spiritual development.
The Scripture talks all about the body of Christ supporting each other, warning each other, holding each other accountable and spurring one another on in the faith.
Check out what Hebrews 3:13 and Hebrews 10:25 say.
If you have relinquished the responsibility of your spiritual development to the church alone, then you are likely not growing spiritually. How's your personal time in the Word? How's your prayer life? Who's your accountability partner? Take back the responsibility for your spiritual development and the spiritual development of you family.
My last expectation is that you would begin to understand that the church isn't really about making you happy. I want you to understand that the purpose of the church isn’t just to continue to meet as a community of believers. The church isn't a country club, it's a hospital for hurting people. Things may not always be just like you want them to be. Someone may sit in "your" seat. The music may sound different than you prefer. The preaching may not be about the topic that you'd like to hear.
You see the world is full of people that are hurting and lonely and searching, and what happens in your church and in the context of your church community can be life altering. Author Gary Burge says “When God‘s love feels distant or non-existent, the body of Christ’s love is real and tangible….” That’s what the mission and purpose of the church is all about - reaching lost people.
Will you commit to creating & engaging in community for yourself?
Will you commit to being responsible for spiritually feeding yourself?
Will you commit to the mission and purpose of your church?
Have you ever been in one of those really old cool walk up style attics? The kind that you can stand straight up in. The kind that has one of those super old trunks in. I’m talking about the attic that’s at the beginning of that really scary movie. I’ve always wanted an attic like that, instead I have that little square whole in my hallway ceiling that you can barely fit through and even when you do manage to squeeze through, you have to scurry around on your hands and knees in order to not bust your noggin on the rafters. Regardless of what kind of attic you have they are usually used for the same purposes, to store old stuff. If you take a look through your attic you may find: old pictures, old clothes, old toys, who knows what’s really up there.
You may find things that you had completely and entirely forgotten about, things that you had forgotten that you ever owned. You may find something that jogs your memory about something that happened ages ago that you had never really given any thought to, but suddenly you come across this item or this picture that brings back flood of memories. Attics are full of memories.
You may have memories you would like to forget, you wish you could erase a certain memory because all you feel is hurt and pain.
Maybe for you it’s the pain of a letdown. You know when you’re expecting something to happen or you’re anticipating something big and then “Bam” it falls through. Maybe it was a relationship gone south, a passover for a job promotion or a presentation that you bombed. Let downs happen to everyone.
Maybe for you it’s the pain of a loss. Losses are even tougher to deal with because it means that something has been taken away from us. A loved one, the loss of a job, a friendship, a marriage. We’ve all experienced loss at some level.
Maybe for you it’s just the pain of life. Sometimes our pain and hurt is unrelated to letdowns or losses, sometimes life just happens and it hurts. Maybe you were on the receiving end of a parent’s divorce, it’s not something you caused but you were left picking up the pieces. Maybe you were the victim of abuse. Maybe you’ve been reaping the consequences of poor choice you made years ago. Maybe you or someone in your family has struggled with chronic illness for years.
Letdowns, losses and life all deal out pain and hurt into our lives at a rapid rate. And weather the pain and hurt that you have in your life happened yesterday, last year or ten years ago, it’s likely still just a painful today as it was then. Maybe you’ve been one of the lucky ones and you pain has lessened because of time but it’s still there and every great once in a while it sneaks up on you and slaps you in the face.
So what’s the problem with having all of this pain and hurt in our lives? Well besides the fact that it’s painful, you run the risk of losing control of your life. Pain and hurt that isn’t dealt with will control who you become, it will control the choices you make, it will control where you go in life.
In Matthew 11:28 Jesus says… “Come to me, all you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.” Here’s the great news: You don’t have to force your pain and hurt onto Jesus. He asking for it. He wants it, He wants it because He loves you.
Think for a minute about the old stuff that’s stored in attic of your heart. In Philippians 3:13 Paul encourages us to forget the past and to look forward to what lies ahead. God’s desire is that we would not be caught up in the past, His only concern with your past is forgiving you for the mistakes you’ve made and taking away your hurt. His concern is your present and your future. His concern is that you live for Him today and that you prepare now for what He has for you in the future.
Questions for Reflection:
1. What old stuff is in the attic of your heart?
2. How is that old stuff effecting your present and your future?
3. How can you practice handing that old stuff over to God?
"Did you say, Abe Lincoln?"
"No I didn't say Abe Lincoln, I said, 'Hey Blinkin'."
That's about the only line that sticks out to me from the movie, "Robin Hood, Men in Tights". For whatever reason I think of that line often and find myself quoting it out loud, usually to no one in particular. As those goofy lines ran through my head today, I began to think about the idea of being misunderstood.
Two of the most frustrating things are being misunderstood and consistently, not understanding what's going on around you. Regardless of where you find yourself, both ends can leave you feeling like banging your head against the wall. How is it that what seems so clear in your mind can not be manifested into coherent words and sentences that others can comprehend? Why is that everyone else seems to be clicking right along with a particular project or concept and you feel like you are completely in the dark, clueless as to what's happening?
As I've thought about this idea I was reminded of the number of times that Jesus was misunderstood by His disciples, the religious leaders of the day, His own family and really just about everyone He came into contact with while He walked the earth. What was so clear to Christ - His mission, His purpose, His ultimate goal, all were misunderstood by those around Him.
In Mark the 3rd chapter, Jesus' mother and brothers come looking for Him, presumably trying to figure out what He was doing? Of course, the religious leaders had no idea what was going on and even those in His own town of Nazareth demonstrate confusion as to His purposes. The Gospel are full of examples of His own disciples demonstrating complete ignorance as to what Jesus' mission was all about, some of them were looking for an earthly kingdom to be established, others were looking for the power and title that they assumed Jesus would bring them. Confusion all around.
It wasn't until after Jesus' resurrection that the disciples at large finally got what Jesus had been saying all along. Finally something "clicked" inside of them and they figured it out. What was the difference? Why all of the sudden did the disciples finally catch on? Had Jesus started using different words? Did Jesus come up with some new creative strategy to communicate with them? None of the above. The only difference was proof. Jesus was no longer dead. He was alive. The grace was empty. They saw, ate with and talked to Jesus - post resurrection.
It's hard to argue with that kind of proof. I think sometimes we forget about that same proof that is available to us as believers. I've interacted with Jesus on a daily basis for years. I've experienced Him in a very really way on countless occasions. He changed my life in a very real way. My experience with Christ has been more than theory, it's been more than just something I've heard about or read about, I've experienced it for myself. The same could probably be said for you as well. You've been a believer for 5 or 10 or even 20 years or longer and have had dozens or even hundreds of powerful experiences with Christ and yet you still find yourself confused and misunderstanding what God has planned for you. Don't get me wrong, seldom does anyone, including the seasoned saints among us, hit the nail on the head every time with God. The Bible makes clear in Isaiah 55:8-9 that His ways are not our ways and His thoughts are not our thoughts.
Perhaps we need to entertain the possibility that our lack of understanding and confusion about God's mission, plan and goals for our lives is less about us understanding and more about us wanting to understand. I mean, with all of the interactions that you've had with Christ over the years, with all of the proof that you have experienced first hand, can you still be using the excuse that you're just not sure what He wants? Maybe we know exactly what He wants and we're just not sure that we want the same thing?
In both 2005 and in 2007 I had the privilege of going to South America and specifically the country of Brazil as a part of two teams that were tasked with helping to build and upkeep several churches and a school that our church here in the states, began nearly 30+ years ago. In 2007 I found myself in a sticky situation as I became ill in a foreign country. In reality I wasn't really in a foreign country, I was actually flying over a foreign country.
We had been in Brazil for nearly 10 days working as make shift brick layers as we did our best to assemble the walls of the new school house. If you've ever been nearer to the equator than you find yourself now, you know it's hotter. All throughout the day we would work in the heat, mixing mortar and laying bricks, mixing mortar and laying bricks, mixing mortar and laying bricks, mixing mortar...you get the idea.
By mid morning, the guys would be shirtless hoping to receive some relief from the heat, but none would ever come. Our host missionaries attempted to enforce strict rules about our water consumption fearing for our health, but there was a problem. Right across the street from our work site and home away from home for 10 days, was a little Brazilian convenient store.
If you've ever been out of the country you know that you are immediately drawn to anything and everything that reminds you of home. You're searching for the familiar and when you find it, it's tough to let go. Say hello to little glass bottles of Coca-Cola and Orange Fanta. These things were amazing. Ice cold little gems that not only reminded me of home but refreshed me like no bottle of water could, or so I thought.
Even in the midst of the ever wandering eyes of our missionaries, I would find myself sneaking into my room, digging thorough my luggage for a few coins and making my way to this little oasis of refreshment.
What I should have known was that while I was feeling refreshed on the surface, my body was actually dehydrating. While I was sucking down bottle after bottle of that liquid goodness, my body was in need of something different.
My lack of real refreshment caught up to me on our plane ride home. We were en route from Belem down to Sao Paulo in one of those massive 11 seats across type of jets. I was tangled up in one of the Spider Man movies when suddenly my body just froze. My arms began to tingle, my chest started hurting, I started sweating buckets and everything started spinning. Now, I don't know if you've ever had this type of experience in general, but let me reassure you that everything changes when you are 6 miles above the earth. Unsure of what to do and really having no other options the flight attendants brought me to the rear of the plane and connected me to an oxygen flow. Thankfully, we were only minutes from landing.
As soon as we landed, my journey through: hospital infirmaries, ambulance rides at lightning speed through the streets of Sao Paulo, Sao Paulo hospital emergency rooms (the use of the term 'hospital emergency room' is in no way connected to anything I had ever experienced prior), and eventually a long plane ride home several days later, began.
Landing back on American soil was an experience that I will never forget. Seeing the faces of my wife and sons and being re-introduced to things that I had once taken for granted was surreal at best.
I tell you this lengthy story for a reason: Often what we believe to be refreshing, is really killing us. There is really only one source of true refreshment. God. Whatever it is that you are trusting for your refreshment is a far cry from the real deal. You may feel refreshed for a little while, but the longer that God isn’t really your true source, as long as God really isn’t the "trunk of your tree", the weaker and weaker you will feel.
So what happens? When we're not really being truly refreshed, we fall into what I like to call, "The Cycle". Much like my Coke and Fanta binges in Brazil, I felt refreshed temporarily and then like clock work, I would come crashing back down. What I failed to understand is that each ride on the cycle resulted in yet another drop in my overall refreshment.
That’s exactly what happens in our spiritual lives. We attempt to make a lot of things the source of our refreshment: church attendance or involvement, just being a good person, money, status, relationships, you fill in the blank for you. It really doesn't matter what we try to substitute, the results are all the same. What God desires from each of us, and what each of us truly needs, is an intimate, passionate, personal relationship with God Himself.
One of the many joys of being in ministry is the opportunity to officiate the weddings of those that I have grown close to over the years. This weekend, one of my very first students in youth ministry will tie the knot with a wonderful woman he met a couple of years ago.
Mike and Jessica's young love reminds me of a couple of things:
1. I am getting old.
No comments necessary on that point.
2. Marriage is delicate and needs to be protected.
As I reflect back on Sarah and I's journey over the last almost 14 years I can clearly see the stages of our development as a couple. There was of course the "Honeymoon" stage that everyone knows about. There's no arguing, no tension, everything is always perfect. As a new husband or new wife you can do no wrong during this first blissful stage. But here's a question that I've been thinking about recently, "What changes?" Why does the honeymoon stage eventually disappear? Why don't young married couples who constantly seek to out serve one another turn into old married couples that constantly seek to out serve one another? Here's the answer that you're not going to like if I just described your marriage: Selfishness. By nature we are selfish people. We want what we want when we want it. We want to spend money how we want. We want to go where we want, when we want to go. We want to spend our limited free time doing the things that make us happy.
Mark 10:6-9 says, “But at the beginning of creation God made them male and female. For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh. So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.”
I've always loved the end of that verse, it's common for that last little phrase, "What God has joined together, let no one separate" to be used in weddings just after the new couple is pronounced husband and wife. But here's a thought, with all of the emphasis on keeping marriage free from the outside attack of extra-marital affairs, office romances, old high school flames and the like, what about the possibility of an "inside job". What if we were slowly becoming unaware that our marriages were falling apart, not as a result of an outside force, but because of our own selfishness.
What if we continued to keep the needs of our spouses as the number one priority of our marriages?
What if husbands and wives repeated their wedding vows to one another at the start of everyday?
What if the honeymoon stage was more than that?
What if husbands and wives both committed to loving and forgiving as Christ has chosen to love and forgive?
Perhaps you've heard of the unfortunate display of hatred and racism that has recently taken place in the Forest Park Community. Check out the link here. A bulk of flyers were distributed on car windshields around the community (apparently at night - no surprise there) that described these slanted, misguided views.
I am thankful that I could not locate the entire letter but rather only an excerpt from the news. As a result, I am only able to make a partial revision. Below is my revision to this hateful letter and a challenge to all Christ followers:
Around Racism ALWAYS Pray!!!
Christian Citizens need to recognize and embrace all racial differences or else suffer the consequences of God. Is being hateful and prejudice worth losing your eternity?
Reality is that "Racial Inequality" is sinful.
What if we as Citizens of the Kingdom of God took to the streets also. Not in a violent way, not dropping anonymous and cowardly flyers on cars, but what if all believers, black, white, latino and every other shade and hue banded together to take back our communities for Christ. What we are dealing with isn't a "black/white" or "race" issue: we're dealing with a sin issue. It's a matter of the heart and not just the hearts of those that would leave hateful flyers on cars. It's a matter of the heart for all of us. We're quick to point out what others need to do but often fail to challenge ourselves and think through what our role should be in the healing process:
What if we prayed for our neighbors?
What if we shared the love of Christ with every person we came into contact with?
What if we were very careful about how we joke and what we laugh at?
What if we were very aware of what we teach our children about those of different skin tones?
What if we remembered that what we teach has little to do with what we say, but rather how we act?
What if this community bonded together around the Cross of Jesus Christ and prayed for healing and the hearts of those that would feel the need to express such sinful views?
Listen friends, there is no amount of legislation that will change this community and ultimately our country for good. What we are in desperate need of is the Presence of the Almighty God. God alone will change hearts. #prayforforestpark
As we think about the idea of schizophrenia (see below) I am wondering how many of us can truly identify with this type of feeling. Here are some questions to consider:
How often do your thoughts not line up with reality?
How often do you say one thing and then do another?
How often do you walk around feeling like there is a target on your back (real or imagined)?
How often do you feel like the world revolves around you (real or imagined)?
How often do you feel like every corner conversation is somehow about you?
Who would be brave enough to leave a comment and share an example of how you might identify? Perhaps we could be an encouragement to someone else who is struggling with this same idea.
Okay, I admit it: I am not really a schizophrenic. At least not one of the technical, psychological type. However as many of you may or may not choose to admit, I can identify with many of the characteristics of a schizophrenic. If you’re anything like me you have experienced at least one moment in your life where you were confident that you were the target of a massive conspiracy. Everyone was out to get you. Every conversation was about you. When you walked into a room, all conversation ceased and every shifty eye focused on you. Sound familiar?
What about this scenario? Have you ever felt like you were the lone survivor on a planet that was recently visited by aliens on a mission to harvest brains. As you wade through the average day, you become convinced that everyone has completely lost their minds or perhaps, never had a functioning mind to begin with. Have you ever convinced yourself that you’re the only sane one left?
Have you ever felt like you were the right man or woman for the job? Of course you have, who hasn’t right? But have you ever felt like you were the right man or woman for every job? Is everything in your wheelhouse? Are you the expert at everything? Have you become convinced that your ideas are always the best ideas? Is your motto, “My way or the highway”? While you are likely gifted and talented in a whole host of areas, it’s unlikely that you’re the best at everything. If any of this describes you, welcome to the club of average schizophrenics.
Still not convinced? Check out this definition below, but before you skim over it in an effort to dismiss any potential conviction, read it through the lens of your work environment, your family environment or wherever else you sometimes feel like life and everyone around you is coming apart at the seams.
Schizophrenia (/ˌskɪtsɵˈfrɛniə/ or /ˌskɪtsɵˈfriːniə/)is a mental disorder characterized by a breakdown of thinking in correct perceptions of reality. Common symptoms include delusionssuch as paranoia, hearing voices or noises that are not there, disorganized thinking, a lack of emotion, and a lack of motivation. Schizophrenia causes significant social and work problems.
If you read that definition with honesty and healthy dose of transparency then you’ll admit that sometimes your thinking is not always in line with reality. I call it the “intellectual hangover”. Think about it, have you ever had a thought that was completely off the charts, completely crazy. Have you ever worked yourself up into a frenzy with thoughts of irrational ideas only to wake up the next morning embarrassed by your previous night’s line of thinking. You find yourself lying in bed, rubbing your forehead unable to remember exactly what happened the night before. Welcome to the “Intellectual Hangover”. Even on our best days you and I can think things that sound just plain crazy when you say them out loud.
There are millions of us all around the globe. Because of our sheer numbers there are likely many others just like you and I that make up the members of our families, co-workers, class mates and church members. Some, you have even come into contact with through silent glances of, “Are these people crazy?” or “Can you believe he just said that?” Or maybe you’ve spent some time commiserating with other pseudo schizophrenics as you wallow in your own self pity and exchange alleged war stories. Even in light of our numbers, still others remain in the shadows, alone and wondering when the aliens will return to steal the balance of the population’s brains or perhaps just decide to name them ruler of the universe, a position they’ve always known they’ve deserved.
I've been thinking about thankfulness lately. I know it's not November, which is of course our traditional time of reflecting on our level of thankfulness, but nevertheless it's been on my mind. Two aspects of thankfulness jump out to me:
1. How good are we at giving thanks when we should?
We're quick to ask, "God where are you?" in the midst of the tough times but why do we not ask that same question in the midst of the good times?
When relationships are struggling...God where are you?
When finances are tight...God where are you?
When we'd rather not share a last name with our kids...God where are you?
When we're being downsized...God where are you?
Why is it that God is always at the forefront of our thinking when times are lean and tough? When something isn't going right, it's God fault. We deceive ourselves into thinking that God hasn't been holding up his end of the bargain. Perhaps we've not properly understood God's role in the world. God is not our genie. God is not our butler. God has never promised that as a Christ follower our lives would be free of suffering or pain or disease or heartbreak. What if we started thanking God even in the midst of the rough patches? What if we started viewing our setbacks as setups for God to move in our lives?
What if we viewed our heartbreak as a new opportunity for thankfulness as God begins the process of healing our hearts? What if we viewed our tight financial picture as opportunity to thank God when He provides for our needs? What if we viewed our kid's mistakes as a chance to model thankfulness for the forgiveness of sins? What if we viewed our downsizing as yet another opportunity to thank God for His faithfulness?
2. How good are we at giving thanks to whom we should?
Isn't it interesting that God's role in our lives can seem ever so slightly diminished when we become super successful? Why does God take a backseat when things are coasting along free of the bumps and bruises that life can so often throw at us?
Here's a question to consider, in the quietness of your mind free from all judgement and Sunday School answers: attempt to answer this question with complete honesty:
When you achieve, when you succeed, when you thrive: who gets the real credit? Ultimately, God may be the one to receive it, but who gets the credit first?
What if we peeled back the layers of our thankfulness and really came face to face with the possibility that we don't give God the thanks that He deserves? You see, too often we forget that God is the source of all the we possess. He created us in His image and every ability, gift, talent, knowledge and know how originate in HIM. What if we got into the habit of giving God the "First Fruits" of our thankfulness?
What if our first response, regardless of whether or not the situation was big or small, good or bad, ordinary or extraordinary, what if our first response was thankfulness to God?
I've been reflecting today on my role as someone who empowers others. I think we've falsely limited the use of this word to the church setting. We speak of empowering others for ministry, equipping people for works of service, delegating jobs and tasks to other people to get them involved in helping to accomplish the mission of the church. These are all good things and should happen within the local church. But what about the other areas of life? What about my family? What about my friends outside the church? What about your co-workers? What about your neighbors? This is the photo that has served as my desktop since my dad's passing in early January. As I've looked at it over the last several months I am reminded of the need to empower. Here's one man (the one clearly sucking his stomach in) empowering three other men to live life.
Sure, my dad could have just done everything for us. He could have cut the grass himself, he could have fixed the hole in the wall after one of our many angry brother fights, by himself. He could have changed the oil alone, he could have built the barn or the deck all by himself without any help from us at all.
Likewise, he could have forced us to create our own school projects all by ourselves without any help at all, he could have chosen to not show us how to handle a gun properly, he could have left us in the dark when it came to roofing a house, he could have left us all by ourselves, groping around in the darkness to figure out life on our own. But he didn't. He empowered us. He showed us the ropes, he guided our hands, he laughed when we made a mess of things, he likely cried when we really made a mess of things, but he knew, as we should also learn that it's all just part of empowering.
My father could have just plugged one hole. He was even good enough to plug several holes at once. But he realized that by empowering us, he was able to multiply his hole plugging ability. One man chose to divide his time in order to multiply his effectiveness and ultimately his impact.
Here's the even greater part about multiplication, it's hard to stop once it's rolling.
Think for a minute about the lives that will be impacted by those that are represented in just this photo alone. One man's impact on three lives now impacting eleven other lives. You see empowering people has a trickle down effect. Those that have been empowered can't help but want to empower others. It feels great to be empowered but an even greater feeling exist when you're the one doing the empowering.
So what about you? Who are you empowering? Empowering shouldn't be limited to the church setting. We can empower neighbors, co-workers, class-mates, anyone and everyone we come into contact with. Teach, develop, train, better others, guide people. Learn to divide and then multiply.