On Being a Millennial Pastor – Leaders who don’t remember the glory days

Great thoughts from The Millennial Pastor – among them,

“As I had yet another conversation lamenting the absence of young people, the decline of attendance and giving, and the general sad state of the present church it dawned on me. These people are grieving.”

“God’s mission hasn’t changed, just the vehicle isn’t as fancy as it once was. The Gospel is still preached, sacraments still administered, the Body of Christ is still present… even in churches whose glory days are over.”

“Will the memory of the glory days keep us looking backwards? Will we admit that our desire to bring the young people back, might actually be us saying that we want to be young again?”

“The church has always been filled with grey hair in my memory… The church in North America will need leaders who can let go of the glory days. Maybe even leaders who don’t remember the glory days. Leaders who can see the church as it is now, rather than what it used to be… Because we are the ones who showed up to seminary full of energy, called to serve a church in decline.”

The Millennial Pastor

“You give us hope for the future.”

The first time I heard those words, I was 23 years old and in seminary. A group of us had travelled 7 hours, from the prairies to the mountains, to attend a study conference for pastors and other church professionals. We were a group of 20 and 30 somethings, all Masters of Divinity students already having bachelor’s degrees and work experience, but compared to the average age of pastors in the mainline, we may as well have been teenagers. So we probably seemed like a group of disruptive students crashing a conference for older folks.

But instead of being grumpy with us or giving us glares (as church folk can sometimes be guilty of doing with young noise makers), we were heartily welcomed by our future colleagues. Our relative energy and enthusiasm seemed to bring them some life and excitement.

And that is…

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Call Me Bruce

Sometimes I find a poetic piece uplifting – I suppose that’s the appeal of half the Old Testament, from Psalms to the Prophets. Please take a moment to enjoy this one and drop by ferdswordsblog.wordpress.com for more from our brother woodtic – this poem in particular is a good reminder of the difference between how we see ourselves in our own minds and how we experience the world when confronted by our smallness in it – a call to humility we could all benefit from heeding!

Always Returning Home

I’m Chuck Norris with a 250 pound, 5′ 11″ 59 year old body,

Look me in the eye.

If I was younger and my physique was not so shoddy,

You’d see my fists can fly.

I’m Albert Einstein and Ravi Zacharias all rolled into one,

My wisdom known near and far.

Of course today I can’t even remember

Where the keys are for my car.

I am the politician with all the answers for mankind,

My popularity is soaring,

Yet while I preach from the pulpit on any given Sunday,

I hear somebody snoring.

Here I come just a walking down the street

With a million dollar smile.

Little do the people who see me know

I can barely walk a mile.

If I could only be the man up in my head,

I would be John Wayne, Tozer, and Carey Grant,

Of course those guys are dead.

Thanks for…

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Creation Reloaded

Over our past year of blogging, we've covered a litany of areas where there seem to be some pretty heavy walls and divides between Millennials and other generations (Boomers, Generation X, Generation Z, etc.). However, once in awhile, we find a place where the various generations stand pretty united. I believe I've uncovered such an... Continue Reading →

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