While sweeping the kitchen floor yesterday, it came to me that I’ve been in a really good place emotionally for the past several years.
After serving as a pastor for 36 years, I was forced out of my last congregation in the fall of 2009. Of the scores of stories I’ve heard about pastors being terminated since my departure, mine still ranks among the top three worst stories I’ve ever heard.
Despite ten-and-a-half years of successful ministry, my wife and I were abused … slandered … hated … and shunned, especially during our last few weeks at the church and in the months following.
And yet today, I feel completely healed, to the point that I don’t think about those events much anymore.
What kind of stages does a terminated pastor go through to experience recovery?
Let me offer six stages … three today, three next week … and these ideas are mine alone:
Stage 1: Shock
As recounted in my book Church Coup, my fifty-day conflict began on a Saturday morning with a regularly scheduled board meeting. The board and I were supposed to finalize the church budget for 2010 … only the board made an announcement ultimately designed to push me out of my position.
I was shocked that:
*the board had been plotting while I was overseas.
*two board members who had been supporters were involved.
*the board didn’t hear my side of the story before making drastic decisions.
*they thought they could lead the church better than I could.
*they acted like they knew what they were doing when they really didn’t.
My disbelief continued when I asked the board for documentation of the offenses they claimed had been committed … but they never produced anything coherent.
I thought I knew the six members of the board pretty well, but I was dismayed to discover I didn’t.
And I was especially shocked because I didn’t see the conflict coming.
But most of all, I found it hard to believe that Christian leaders would treat their pastor of more than a decade in such an unjust fashion.
What do I mean by “unjust?”
A pastor is treated unjustly when church leaders violate Scripture … the church’s governing documents … and labor law in their attempts to force him out of office … and when they do it all with a cold, calloused attitude lacking in compassion.
When I talk with pastors who have been forced to leave their churches, they resonate best with that last statement: that they would be treated so unjustly by professing Christians.
The shock lingers on … for months … sometimes years.
The more sensitive you are, the longer it lasts.
You never forget the moment you’re told that someone you loved suddenly died.
And you never forget the exact time a board member tells you, “Your tenure as the pastor of this church is over.”
Stage 2: Searching
After the shock wore off a little, I had two primary questions I needed answers to:
*Who was in on this plot?
*What are they saying that I did wrong?
I wanted to know the “who” before I discovered the “what” because most of the time, the “who” determines the “what.”
For example, if you told two women, “Jim did this … can you believe it?”, one woman might say, “That’s terrible!” and the other woman might say, “That’s nothing!”
It’s often how people interpret the information they’re given that determines whether they oppose or support their pastor.
So who wanted me gone?
I pretty much knew the answer to that question:
*people who wanted our church to have closer denominational ties.
*a handful of individuals I wouldn’t let into church leadership because they didn’t meet the biblical qualifications.
*people who had close ties with my predecessor and longed for his return, even though he had officially retired nine years beforehand.
*a small contingent who didn’t think my wife should be a staff member, even though she made the church go. (I maintain to this day that some women were jealous of her success and hated her because of it.)
*people who didn’t like the church’s longstanding outreach orientation and wanted to pare down the church so they could better control it.
In a few cases, some people fit all five categories.
Some people weren’t comfortable with the church’s size anymore because they became small fish in a larger pond. They felt more significant years before … and wanted to feel that way again.
What did they say I did wrong?
There are two sets of answers to this question … what they said while I was still at the church and what they said after I left.
While I was still at the church, the main issue was that my wife was on the church staff … and seemed to have too much influence.
And after that infamous board meeting I mentioned above, I was accused of deviating from the way the board wanted the conflict handled.
What did they want?
My wife’s resignation, followed by my own. (And I’m convinced the board would not have offered me any kind of reasonable separation package.)
But neither one of us was going to leave voluntarily until the board made their case to our faces.
Two board members met with my wife … at my request … but they failed to convince her to resign.
And they never accused me of doing anything wrong to my face … only behind my back.
Months after I left, I was told that a small group in the church wanted to remove me from office, but they knew they couldn’t win the required vote so they decided to attack my wife instead.
That’s valuable information to have. It’s hard enough for a pastor to leave a church under pressure … but if you don’t know why you were pushed out, you’ll spend months … if not years … blaming yourself when you don’t know the truth.
And then after I left, I was accused of all kinds of wrongdoing. You name it, I supposedly did it.
For example, several people of influence claimed that when we built our new worship center, we should have paid for the whole thing in cash.
That would have been nice, but that wasn’t the position of the church board at the time.
Even though we raised more than half the funds, the church voted unanimously to take out a reasonable mortgage for the remaining balance.
And when I was pastor, we had plenty of people and plenty of income to pay that mortgage.
The company that loaned the church the money wanted to make sure that I had no plans to leave the church … that I was going to stay and keep the church stable.
I gave my word that I would stay … but after I was forced out, attendance and giving eventually went down … and from what I understand, the church had some challenges paying that monthly mortgage.
And some claimed that was 100% my fault.
But to this day, nobody has ever convinced me that I did anything worthy of leaving.
If anything, people’s false accusations were designed to make themselves feel better, even though they railroaded an innocent pastor.
Faultless? No. Flawed? Yes.
But guilty? No.
This stage … trying to figure out who opposed you and why … is so painful that many pastors never work through it.
It’s like being married for years to someone, and then they want you to leave the house … without any explanation.
For me, I wanted to know the truth, painful as it might be, so that I could heal.
Stage 3: Panic
There are two primary kinds of panic after a pastor has been terminated:
*Emotional panic
*Economic panic
Emotionally, you feel rejected. Months or years before, the congregation voted you into office, and people were glad you came.
But now some … or many … are equally glad you’re gone.
When a pastor is pushed out of a church, there is usually betrayal involved … and nothing hurts more than that.
Someone you worked with … someone you trusted … someone you socialized with and prayed with … suddenly switched sides and joined forces with those who wanted to take you out … and you didn’t know when or why they flipped.
It could be the board chairman … the associate pastor … the church treasurer … or the head of men’s ministry.
Eleven of His disciples stuck with Jesus in the Garden. Only Judas switched sides.
But how that must have devastated Jesus!
When I was a kid, I betrayed a friend, and couldn’t believe what I had done. From that moment on, I determined that if someone was really my friend, I would stay loyal to them no matter what … and that included the five lead pastors I served under.
So to this day, I can’t understand why betrayal came so easily to some adults.
Why did they have to hold secret meetings? Why didn’t they speak with me face to face?
Economically, a pastor depends upon the donations from people inside his church … and when he’s forced out of office, those donations disappear.
If a pastor is given enough severance … a minimum of six months … then he can methodically put together a plan to rebuild his life.
But if he’s only given three months … or less … the combination of emotional rejection and economic deprivation can cause him unbearable stress.
If the pastor has sufficient savings … if his wife has a job with a solid income … if he has skills that he can quickly use in the marketplace … his panic will lessen.
But most pastors are living paycheck to paycheck, and if they’re given a token severance … or none at all … they feel as if they’re in real trouble.
Why do terminated pastors feel such panic?
Because they trained and studied for years … went through the ordination process … sacrificed financially … gave their all to their congregation, trusting that they would care for their pastor … and then found themselves kicked to the curb.
My wife and I now run a business where we invoice our clients every month. We provide a service, and they pay us for that service. And when our clients fall behind on their payments, we remind them of their obligations.
But to have your income depend completely upon donations, as I did for 36 years … it takes great faith to believe that God will take care of you through His people.
And when it all turns south, it can cause even the best of pastors to become alarmed.
I will share the next three stages next time.
Was I Watching a Pastor Self-Destruct?
Posted in Burnout and Depression in Ministry, Please Comment!, tagged pastors speaking fast, pastors who self-destruct, searching for a church on September 24, 2018| 16 Comments »
My wife and I have been searching for a church home in our area for months. We’ve attended scores of churches but can’t find a fit.
We aren’t looking for perfection, but we are so uncomfortable sitting through most church services that we’re in despair that we’ll ever find another home church.
Kim and I visited still another church yesterday.
The congregation is a church plant that meets at an elementary school.
When Kim and I arrived at the school, I was shocked at how few cars were in the parking lot. The Mother Church, about thirty minutes away, is a megachurch so I would have thought that the new church would have had a larger core group.
The church had the requisite banners, donuts, and coffee before the service. The atmosphere was anything but festive. When Kim and I entered the small auditorium, I was shocked again at how few people were present at the starting time of 10:30 am. We sat in a back row. Quickly looking at the makeup of the congregation, I whispered to Kim, “We don’t fit here.”
Kim later told me she wanted to leave multiple times.
The worship leader was a woman wearing weird glasses and although she had a good voice, hardly anybody was singing, even as the room gained more worshipers. As she sang, she waved her hands in strange ways. I felt very anxious.
The church celebrated its one-year anniversary a week or two ago, and in my view, they aren’t doing well. The pastor talked about his three-year vision of hundreds of attendees and dozens of small groups (possibly reflecting the expectations of the Mother Church), but based on what happened yesterday, I don’t see that occurring. At one point, I counted less than fifty people in the room.
The auditorium was mostly darkened with light on the stage coming from the back of the room. The pastor told us that he’s thirty years old, and when he set up his podium to preach, it was tilted diagonally and positioned out of the light. As he spoke, he pranced all over the stage … into the light, then out of the light, then into the light … throughout the whole service. He spoke for a solid hour.
At one point, he walked down our aisle and stood near Kim, who was seated a few feet away. We both squirmed in our seats.
This is the third church in a row we’ve attended where the speaker talks as fast as possible. The first two churches ended up being charismatic churches (the pastor at the second church sang in tongues for a few minutes before his sermon). I don’t think the church we attended today is charismatic, but I can’t be sure. The websites of most churches don’t identify their worship style or their distinctive beliefs.
When we entered the auditorium, we were handed a folder of “sermon notes.” While my folder had some notes inside, Kim’s was blank. The outside of the folder contained one word: MESSY.
And that pretty much described the sermon. It was a mess. While the pastor read some notes that he had included in the folder, I couldn’t discern any structure … or many coherent thoughts.
But that wasn’t the main problem.
The pastor spoke in a stream-of-consciousness style … as fast as he could. So fast that he could not, in my view, think about the next thing he was going to say. This resulted in his repeating himself over and over again:
“If you’ve been through a divorce … if you’ve been separated recently … if you have financial problems …” And a few minutes later, he’d utter the same lines.
About 2/3 of the way through his sermon, the pastor told us that when his child was born last December, his wife contracted postpartum depression, and he said he’s been having a hard time handling their child’s teething episodes as well.
And I thought to myself, “Today’s sermon is titled ‘Messy?’ I don’t like saying this, but you’re a mess.”
He began talking faster and faster and louder and louder. I thought he was going to self-destruct in front of us. When he ended his sermon, he ranted loudly during his prayer. At one point, I softly cried, “God, make it stop. Make it stop.”
The pastor offered two responses after his sermon, and evidently some people raised their hands for salvation and some kind of dedication, although I could not follow his train of thought.
When the sermon mercifully ended, Kim and I practically ran out of the auditorium, and on the way to the car I told her, “He’s sick. That man is not well. He’s ready to have a breakdown.”
I don’t think I’ve ever said that about a pastor after a sermon before.
I went to the church website to see if they offer any recordings of the pastor’s sermons, but they don’t.
A well-known pastor in nearby Chino Hills committed suicide recently. He was only thirty years old and left behind a wife and two children. Even though he received months – if not years – of psychological care, he killed himself anyway … inside the church building. I’ve been thinking about that situation for weeks.
So maybe I’m reading that tragedy into yesterday’s service … I don’t know. While I’m not a mental health expert, I’m very concerned about this pastor, and fear that he’s headed for a breakdown, if he wasn’t having one during yesterday’s service.
I was so upset by the service – especially the sermon – that I wanted to break into tears on our short drive home.
I’d like to ask my readers two questions:
What, if anything, should I do about this situation?
Let it go? Talk to someone at the Mother Church? Just pray about it? We’re certainly not returning.
Is it trendy for pastors to speak at a lightning speed? If so, why?
It makes my wife and me highly anxious.
Thanks so much for any counsel you can offer me.
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