Christian songwriter-singer Chris Tomlin is coming to our church for two concerts several months from now. For some reason, this announcement took my mind back to the mid-1980’s and a conflict I had with two church leaders over contemporary Christian music.
The first church that I served as pastor met in the cafeteria of an elementary school that was difficult to find even with a map. We almost never had guests, and when we did, they rarely came back, and I couldn’t blame them. Few people were looking for a church that was a throwback to the 1950’s, and that’s what we were, at least for a while.
One December Sunday morning, I was out sweeping the walks before our service when a family of four walked toward the cafeteria. I introduced myself to them and privately thought, “Wow! Wouldn’t it be something if this family made ours their church home?” Miraculously, they stayed, even though we had no youth ministry for their daughter and son.
Over time, the man of the house became a member of the deacons (our governing board) and later chairman of the board. His wife became head of the deaconesses. We all got along very well.
One Saturday night, our youth pastor took the expanding youth group to a Christian rock concert in a neighboring community, and this couple’s kids went along. I trusted the youth pastor’s judgment and didn’t feel any need to veto the activity. After all, the youth group weren’t going to hear Madonna or AC/DC but Christian artists. What could possibly be wrong with that?
It just so happened that this father and mother had attended a Christian university that believed that all rock music – even with Christian lyrics performed by Christians – was wrong, if not of the devil. When they found out what kind of concert their kids attended, they became quite upset.
Soon afterwards, this couple gave me a 15-page typewritten document specifying the evils of rock music. The document was lifted from a book that condemned all contemporary Christian music. I read the document carefully and made notations in the margins, disagreeing with some points and seeking evidence for others. Eventually, I bought and read the book this couple used to make their points. Most of it was way overblown.
I called the deacon chairman, told him I had thoroughly read his document, and asked if we could meet to discuss it. He asked me point blank, “Are you still going to allow the youth group to go to Christian rock concerts?” I told him, “Yes.” I’ll never forget his next words: “Well, then, we’re leaving the church.” And they did.
I tried to get together with him again, but to no avail.
Suddenly, our church didn’t have a chairman of the deacons or a woman leading the deaconesses. They were there one Sunday and gone the next. To compound the situation, this couple’s daughter fell in love with one of the young men in the church and they made marriage plans. Although this young couple met at our church, neither my wife nor I were invited to their wedding (held somewhere else) even though nearly everyone else at our church was.
I’ve had more than 25 years to reflect on what happened back then, and I don’t know what I could have done differently. Maybe I shouldn’t have allowed a husband-wife combo to both be in such prominent places of leadership, and maybe I should have thought twice about putting anyone into leadership who attended their particular legalistic school. But our church was small, and we didn’t have many volunteers willing to serve in leadership capacities.
But there was no way I could have known about their beliefs toward “Christian rock.” At the time, I listened to Keith Green, Chuck Girard, Phil Keaggy, and Amy Grant, and their music was tame compared to mainstream artists. For me, reaching young people for Jesus was far more important than legalistic rules, but this was a big issue for them. What bothered me most wasn’t their attitude toward the music, but that they refused to meet and discuss the matter. They laid down an ultimatum: quit taking kids to Christian rock concerts or we’ll instantly leave this church. I wouldn’t, so they did. I never saw them again.
Pastors make scores of decisions behind-the-scenes of their churches every week, and because they can never know the personal convictions of each person in their fellowships, pastors can’t possibly know how each judgment call will be perceived. Some of the time, his leadership will be applauded. Occasionally, someone will take offense at something. Sometimes he’ll hear about it, other times he won’t. But criticism of a pastor nearly always gets around.
A pastor’s decisions will both attract people to a church and repel people as well. In the last church I served as pastor, a woman visited the church on two consecutive Sundays and then wrote me a note on her response card. For some reason, I did not receive the note until after the following Sunday. She criticized me for not preaching on John 3:16 every week and said she would no longer return for that reason. What she did not know is that the next Sunday – which she missed – I did preach on John 3:16 (it had nothing to do with her) and some people received Christ into their lives. The following day, I received her note. How was I to take that?
What’s my point? A pastor has to lead a church the way in which God leads him. He has to set out a course and stick to it. When he does – regardless of the direction – he will receive criticism, and some of it will originate from people whom he loves dearly. And when that happens, some people will leave the church and blame the pastor for their departure.
The only time I’ve ever seen Rick Warren cry was when he talked about all the people who have left Saddleback Church over the years. Even when some followers reject their leader, a good shepherd continues to care about those precious sheep.
If you’re a pastor, ask God for direction, seek confirmation from other leaders, put your head down, and lead! Some will leave, but most will follow your leadership. If you hurt when people leave, it shows you still have a shepherd’s heart.
And if you have a church home, and the pastor does something you don’t like, you have at least four choices: pray for him regularly, support him anyway, speak with him directly, or leave the church permanently.
I trust that the latter option will be your last resort.
Neutralizing the Church Police
December 29, 2010 by Jim Meyer
It’s quite a challenge to be a youth pastor in any era, but it was particularly difficult in the late 1970’s. I served in a church that was about ten miles from Calvary Chapel in Costa Mesa, California, and many of our people were drawn to the verse-by-verse teaching of Pastor Chuck Smith as well as the praise choruses emanating from that body. (Contemporary Christian music originated at Calvary.) Some people would attend the Sunday morning service at our church but then sneak over to Calvary for the evening service – and then they would come back to our church and want it to be like Calvary, which it was never going to be.
Our church had a piano, an organ, and a choir (with robes), but Calvary had guitars at several of their evening services during the week and rock bands at their Saturday night concerts. It wasn’t long before that influence crept into our youth group, a development I welcomed. We sang a lot of praise songs – with acoustic guitar accompaniment – but that was as far as we could go.
Until one day, a young man in the church decided to put on a youth musical written by John Fischer. The musical required drums.
One Saturday afternoon, before or after practice (I forget), as the youth were banging on drums and other instruments in the worship center, two retired men walked into the sanctuary and threw everyone out. These men especially expressed their disdain for drums. (Hadn’t they read Psalm 150? Guess not.)
I liked these men personally and always counted them as friends and supporters. But without warning, they assigned themselves the unofficial role of church police.
Suddenly, they were wreaking havoc everywhere they went. They would drive by the church at different hours of the day. If the pastor’s car was missing from its customary space, they assumed he was at home napping or watching television. If my car was missing, they assumed I was out goofing around someplace. The pastor preferred being away from the church building because he liked to visit people in hospitals and their homes. Because I was attending seminary in the mornings, I didn’t arrive at the church until 10:30 am, but even then, my ministry wasn’t confined to the church campus.
Before long, the church police began making all kinds of wild accusations, mostly against the pastor. They believed that because they didn’t see his car parked outside his office all the time, he wasn’t working hard enough for them. They successfully began to find allies who agreed with them. A man walked up to me after a Sunday evening service and told me that if the pastor didn’t start working harder, ten percent of the church was going to leave.
I loved my pastor and tried to do everything I could to defend him against the attacks that were building against him. I went to the governing board and pleaded with them to stand behind their pastor, but they chose to do nothing. Frustrated, I then took a friend with me and we visited the most powerful layman in the church, but only because we knew he supported the pastor whole-heartedly. As we recounted the onslaughts against our pastor, we tried to protect the identity of the troublemakers, but this wise man told us, “Gentlemen, when Paul talked about those who caused him trouble in his ministry, he used names. Who are these people you’re talking about?” Reluctantly, we told him.
As far as I could tell, no action was ever taken against the Destructive Duo.
Then one day, when the pastor was on vacation, I received a phone call. One of the two “church policemen” dropped dead of a heart attack. He was in the process of moving to another state when he collapsed and immediately expired. Since I was the only other pastor on staff, I went to this man’s home to console his shocked widow. His funeral was held a few days later, and I’ll never forget it, because our pastor had to come home from vacation to conduct the service – and he wasn’t very happy about it.
After that pastor retired, another pastor came to the church. After a short while, he was tired of the antics of the second retired guy who complained about everything. After several warnings, this pastor told the complainer to leave the church campus and never come back. It didn’t matter that his wife was a sweet woman, or that they had friends in the church, or that they had been there longer than the pastor. The pastor had had enough, and since nobody was willing to take any action concerning the griper, he took matters into his own hands – and it worked. The church was able to get on with its mission because an internal dissenter had left.
Hear me loud and clear: when people cause trouble in a church – whether they are charter members or have many friends or are politically connected – they need to be informally or officially confronted and warned to stop their complaining, because complaining has a way of growing into church cancer. If they won’t stop, then there are at least four possible scenarios:
First, their complaints spread while more people take up their cause. This is a recipe for a church splinter, split, or coup. Believe me, you do not want this to happen.
Second, their complaints spread and eventually focus on the pastor, who becomes the scapegoat for all that is wrong in the church. These kinds of complaints can easily lead to the pastor’s forced exit and throw the church into chaos.
Third, the official leaders of the church gain some God-given courage and confront the complainers, telling them that they have three choices: (a) come to a board meeting and lay all your complaints out there, (b) then stop the complaining altogether and let the board handle matters, or (c) leave the church without taking anyone with you. Unfortunately, many boards back down at this point because some of the complainers are their friends, and after all, they reason, it’s easier to get a new pastor than it is new friends.
Finally, God strikes somebody dead. “It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God” (Hebrews 10:26).
One of the constant themes of this blog is that the people of the church – not just the pastors and the governing board – have the power to stop troublemakers dead in their tracks. Complainers are only permitted to operate because the people of the church listen to their gripes or look the other way even when they are aware that divisive actions are happening all around them.
If you attend a church and know that certain people are engaged in divisive activities, what could you do about it? I’d love to hear your responses.
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