Sermon for June 25th, 2017

Jonah 3:1-10

1 And the word of Yahweh came to Jonah a second time: 2 ‘Arise’, he said, ‘go to Nineveh, the great city, and preach to them as I told you to’. 3 And Jonah arose and went to Nineveh according to the word of Yahweh. Now Nineveh was a city great beyond compare: three days it took to cross it. 4 And Jonah went on into the city, making a day’s journey. He preached in these words: ‘Only forty days more, and Nineveh will be destroyed’. 5 And the people of Nineveh believed the word of God; they proclaimed a fast and clothed themselves in sackcloth, from the greatest to the least among them.

6 Word of this reached the ears of the king of Nineveh, who rose from his throne, took off his robe, put on sackcloth, and sat down in ashes. 7 Then it was heralded in Nineveh, and by decree of the king and his chiefs it was proclaimed: ‘Men and beasts, herds and flocks, shall not taste anything, nor shall they eat, nor shall they drink water. 8 All shall be covered with sackcloth, and they shall call upon God with all their might; let everyone renounce his evil behaviour and the wicked things he has done. 9 Who knows if God will not relent and change his purpose, if he will not renounce his burning wrath, so that we do not perish?’

10 God saw their efforts to renounce their evil behavior. And God relented: he did not inflict on them the disaster which he had threatened.

Jonah: From the Belly of Nineveh

The word of God came to Jonah a second time. I know how that feels. Those words bring back a flood of memories for me.

The first time I knew that God was calling me to be a pastor was in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1999, about a year after I graduated from college. I was 800 miles away from my hometown of El Paso...and yet somehow I managed to run into an old family friend--the Rev. Don Forsman, who had been my grandparents' pastor here at Trinity-First United Methodist Church. He was retired. I was 24 and hadn't seen him since I was about 12, in El Paso, but there in Deepest Darkest Oklahoma he recognized me. We chatted for awhile, he asked how my grandmother was doing since my grandfather had passed away. And then toward the end of our conversation, he said, "I think God is calling you to vocational ministry as a pastor."

What do you say to that? In my head, I said, "No way." I used to make fun of theology majors in college. But there was something in me that knew he was, in fact, speaking for God. Still, in the months that followed, I rationalized my way around it. I'm going to be a teacher. That's kind of like a pastor, right? You can't exactly preach in a public school, but I'll be an example to my students of Christian character and values. My students will be my flock. That counts, right God? I'm not sure I waited very long for an answer that time.

The second time I knew that God was calling me to be a pastor was in Dallas, in 2001. Amy and I were married; I had been teaching high school for a year, and that summer I began working toward a master's degree in Education at the University of Dallas. As I sat through all of these mind-opening, paradigm-shifint classes on educational theory and practice, I should have been thinking about my freshmen, that I would be returning to teach in the fall. But instead, with every new thing I learned, I kept thinking, "Why doesn't the church do this? This would work great in a Bible Study! I wonder if you could do that in a worship service?"

Uh oh. Yes, God. I know...I remember. But I really like being a high school teacher. My students need me! Can't it wait just a little longer? Once again, I don't think I really waited for the answer to that question.

I'm a little bit slower than Jonah.

The THIRD time I knew that God was calling me to be a pastor was in 2006, in Frisco, Texas. Grady was 2, Abby was on the horizon, and Philip Lotspeich, the pastor of Faithbridge Presbyterian Church where we were members, said, "I think God is calling you to be a pastor." Ummm, yeah, I've heard that one before. And then people in the congregation started telling me, and then I went to a conference in Florida and everyone there told me, and finally my mother said, "I could have told you that a long, long time ago."

Still, I waited another two years to wrap up loose ends, THEN packed our stuff in a moving van and dragged Amy and the kids halfway across the country to Princeton, NJ where I (finally) enrolled in seminary, almost ten years after that first time I knew what I was supposed to do.

You'd think that I had finally learned to listen to what God was saying, right? Four years later and graduation is approaching...

"God? I think you need me to be a church planting pastor. I want to start a brand new, cutting-edge, trendy kind of church, from scratch, somewhere in a fast-growing suburb, maybe in a bar or a coffee shop. That'll work, right? No?

Ok, ok, fine. Here's what we'll do. How about a little, tiny rural church with like 20 congregation members and lots of time to read and study...somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, in a remote town or village? God, speaking with a voice that sounded a whole lot like Amy's voice, said "No."

You know what, God? I'm going to listen to where you tell me to go. Just please, please, don't send me to one of those big, traditional downtown churches that are like, over a hundred years old, still trying to get back to their glory days in the 1950s and haven't moved any of the furniture since then! I'll go anywhere but somewhere like that, God.

And God said, "That sounds like an excellent idea--I'm glad you thought of it."

-- share my call story and my resistance to it, my attempts to answer the call in my own way, first as a teacher, youth director, and then telling God I wanted to be a church planter.