I once got thrown out of Dodger Stadium.
It’s true.
When I was in eighth grade, my uncle took his son, my brother and me to a Dodgers-Mets game at Chavez Ravine. It was the last Friday game of the season, Game 160.
We sat where we always sat at Dodger Stadium: in the general admission deck at the very top of the stadium. Back then, I think it cost 75 cents for a kid to sit there.
My brother, cousin and I all sat in the front row of the top deck. My uncle sat a few rows back.
The Dodgers weren’t very good that year, and the game was boring. My brother and cousin would do anything on a dare, so I dared them to do something.
Expectorate over the railing and try and hit a certain bald guy in the head.
The two of them tried to hit him. Oh, how they tried. And when the guy below turned around and looked up at them, they pulled back and hid their faces.
But when he angrily stormed up the aisle – presumably in search of an usher or a policeman – the three of us hid in the men’s bathroom … where we were quickly caught … and discharged from the stadium.
My uncle was not happy.
“Honestly, I didn’t do it. I didn’t do anything. They did it all.”
But I suggested the idea … even if no fluids ever left my mouth.
I certainly bore at least some responsibility for our having to leave the ballpark that night … and I never tried a stunt like that again.
Does my little story have a familiar ring? Remember what happened in the Garden after the first couple ate from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil?
Adam told God, “The woman you put here with me – she gave me some fruit from the tree, and I ate it.”
Eve told the Lord, “The serpent deceived me, and I ate.”
Wanting to maintain the illusion of perfection … before both God and each other … the parents of humanity did not claim any responsibility for their sinfulness. They chose to say instead, “She’s the one to blame!” and “The devil made me do it.”
The two stories above are just a microcosm of what’s happening today in our culture.
A woman hates everyone … and blames her parents for her isolation even though they’ve been dead for years.
A man gets divorced … and blames his wife for her controlling ways.
A boss gets reprimanded … and blames three of his subordinates for all his troubles.
A church member is corrected for gossipping … and blames her misbehavior on her husband.
A president is overwhelmingly elected … and still blames many of his problems on the previous administration.
Maybe the woman’s parents were abusive … and the man’s wife was controlling … and the boss’ employees were problems … and the pastor did overreact a bit … and the previous president did leave things in a mess.
But does this mean that the accusers bear no responsibility for their failures?
Thirty years ago – can it be? – in his classic work The Road Less Traveled, Scott Peck wrote a chapter called “Neuroses and Character Disorders.” Peck writes:
“Most people who come to see a psychiatrist are suffering from what is called either a neurosis or a character disorder. Put most simply, these two conditions are disorders of responsibility, and as such they are opposite styles of relating to the world and its problems. The neurotic assumes too much responsibility; the person with a character disorder not enough. When neurotics are in conflict with the world they automatically assume that they are at fault. When those with character disorders are in conflict with the world they automatically assume that the world is at fault.”
The statistics indicate that an increasing number of people are developing character disorders. They fail to take responsibility for their actions, blaming others for their misbehavior.
When I was a pastor, I suspected that some of the people I had difficulties with had character disorders. The tipoff was that they would never admit that they made a mistake or did anything wrong. Even when they were caught redhanded telling a lie, they didn’t say what I heard them say.
In other words, it was all my fault.
It’s one thing to deal with someone with a character disorder occasionally at church. It’s another thing to have a person with this condition as your parent, your boss, or your spouse.
Peck concludes his brilliant chapter this way:
“When character-disordered individuals blame someone else – a spouse, a child, a friend, a parent, an employer – or something else – bad influences, the schools, the government, racism, sexism, society, the ‘system’ – for their problems, these problems persist. Nothing has been accomplished. By casting away their responsibility they may feel comfortable themselves, but they have ceased to solve the problems of living, have ceased to grow spiritually, and have become dead weight for society.”
If you recognize such a person in your life, how can you relate to them?
First, realize you cannot get close to them. We can only become close with people who display authenticity. If you admit a weakness in your life to this person, don’t expect them to reciprocate. They will disappoint you because they cannot be vulnerable.
Second, avoid working with them if at all possible. When things go poorly, guess what? They’ll blame you as a way of diverting the spotlight away from themselves.
Third, understand that you cannot work for them. Some supervisors are sociopathic. (There’s a lot of literature online about this problem.) They charm their superiors while demeaning those who work underneath them … and divert any and all responsibility for failure to those they supervise. When they make a mistake, they find someone else to blame. It’s a sickness, and it can’t be resolved through prayer, office politics, or going to HR. You can either quit, seek a transfer, or visit a counselor.
Finally, realize that people with character disorders will not change. Why not? Because somewhere along the line, they stopped taking responsibility for their choices. Neurotics can change because they take responsibility – albeit too much – for their lives. But people with character disorders are frozen in immaturity. They may have the intellect of someone 42, but they’ll forever have the emotional intelligence of someone 13.
My guess is that you have a co-worker, a neighbor, an acquaintance, a supervisor, or a family member in this category. Pray for them … and protect yourself and your family from them.
Imagine that you and the team you’re leading at church fail to meet a project deadline.
A healthy person does not say, “I’m 100% innocent … and my team is 100% to blame.”
A healthy person does not say, “I’m 100% to blame … and no one else bears any responsibility but me.”
The healthy person says, “I bear some responsibility for that mess-up. Others do as well. But I’m going to admit my part first … whether or not others admit theirs. And I’m going to learn from this experience and not repeat my mistakes.”
Our Savior said it perfectly in Matthew 7:3-5:
“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”
Remember Your Leaders
Posted in Current Church Issues, Personal Stories, Please Comment! on June 18, 2012| 6 Comments »
There’s a trend I’ve been noticing recently, and I wonder if anyone else has picked up on this.
We have forgotten those leaders who have come before us.
The first time I visited London, I was struck by all the memorials dedicated to those who had died in various wars. For example, here’s a memorial to those who died in World War 1 … right on the bank of The Thames:
Here’s another memorial to those who died during World War 2 nearby:
Memorial to Members of British Air Force Lost in WW2
This one says, “From mud through blood to the green fields beyond”:
Soldiers’ Memorial in London
In the back of St. Paul’s Cathedral (you can’t take photos inside), there are books filled with the names of those who have died in various British wars.
St. Paul’s Cathedral, London
Yes, I know that we Americans have our war memorials as well, like the moving Korean War Veterans Memorial …
Korean War Veterans Memorial, Washington DC
and the Vietnam War Veterans Memorial … with the name of each fallen soldier engraved …
Small portion of the Vietnam War Veterans Memorial, Washington DC
It’s appropriate that we remember the sacrifices of those who have died to keep our country free … and Great Britain feels the same way.
But what disturbs me … and like I say, maybe it’s just me … is how quickly we forget the Christian leaders who have done so much to spread the message of Jesus Christ.
Many of the churches in England don’t forget. For example, here’s a list of all the priors, provosts, and bishops who have overseen the ministry at Southwark Cathedral:
List of Christian leaders at Southwark Cathedral, London
And sometimes you’ll discover that a few leaders have even been buried inside a church …
Final Resting Place of Bishop Talbot, Southwark Cathedral, London
Why bring this up? What’s the point?
It seems to me that in many Christian churches, we purposely forget the leaders who started a church … and oversaw the construction of some of its buildings … and introduced innovations in missions or community outreach … and brought people to Jesus Christ.
But shouldn’t we honor them instead?
Hebrews 13:7 puts it this way:
“Remember your leaders, who spoke the word of God to you. Consider the outcome of their way of life and imitate their faith.”
The context seems to indicate that these leaders were no longer around, that they were either living elsewhere or dead.
But the command remains: “remember your leaders …”
In my second staff position, there were nameplates of previous pastors on the wall in the lobby. The nameplates simply listed a pastor’s name and the dates he served the church … going back to the late 1800s. (One pastor served only one year.)
The nameplates didn’t tell you what kind of ministry a pastor had … or whether he was forced to resign due to moral failure or conflict … or whether he was married and had kids.
But the nameplates told people that:
*This church has been around a long time.
*This church has had many pastors … and survived them all.
*This church will survive the current one … even if you don’t like him.
*This church has a history … and it didn’t start the first day you showed up.
I really didn’t care much about those pastors when I served in that church … but I look at things differently today.
A few months ago, I visited the website of a church where a friend once served as pastor for many years. My friend ran into some conflict there, and I know little about the details.
The church had an entire page devoted to its history … but my friend’s name was nowhere to be found.
It had been obliterated.
Whatever he did or didn’t do … however he left … doesn’t change the fact that he pastored that church for a long time.
I’m not trying to exalt pastors as some kind of super-heroes. Far from it.
But I want us to realize that other Christians have made sacrifices so we can enjoy our churches today.
Nearly a decade ago, a church that I led as pastor was outgrowing its small worship center.
Since we had some available land, I gathered a group of leaders together and suggested we do some building.
The process was complex. We had to agree on what we wanted … and hire an architect … and present drawings to the congregation for input … and hire a contractor … and deal with pesky neighbors … and raise hundreds of thousands of dollars … and deal with slow city government … and choose colors … and furnishings … and deal with the naysayers … and on and on.
I get tired just thinking about it.
In addition, the people who attended the church pledged vast sums of money to construct that worship center. They made commitments for 3 or 4 years, some giving tens of thousands of dollars above their regular giving.
When guests visit that church … or any other church … how cognizant are they of its history?
As that worship center was being built, I saw church construction in a new light.
Every church building I drove past had a story behind it.
A church was growing … and someone had a vision … and persevered through a lengthy process of prayer and construction and fundraising … so a worship center could be built by faith.
I once heard someone say that this generation acts like history started the day they were born.
Too many young people feel entitled … and have little appreciation of those who came before them.
That’s true in the spiritual realm, too.
Just remember: Christian pastors and leaders and parents and friends made sacrifices so you could attend the church of your choice.
They didn’t do it so anyone would remember them … but remember them we must.
St. Paul’s Cathedral in London was built by the famed architect Christopher Wren. He is buried in the cathedral’s Crypt. The inscription above his tomb says in Latin, “Reader, if you seek his monument look around you.”
The dome of St. Paul’s Cathedral, London
If an architect is remembered 302 years after he finished construction on a church building, shouldn’t we know something about our spiritual leaders as well?
How can we best do that?
I’d like to hear your ideas.
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