An allegory for a Pastor

Imagine that you are a teacher in a grade school. The day is going along as normal and all of the kids are currently in your classroom at their desks reading. Suddenly, the active shooter notification sounds. You pause for half a second trying to remember if there was a drill scheduled for today, before you realize this is the real thing. You remember your training and quickly shut and lock the door. Then you turn to your Teacher’s Aide and have her lead the children to move to the designated area. You sit and wait as quietly as possible. Neither you nor your aide have your cell phones in the classroom. The only line of communication is the intercom system.

The waiting grows and grows. The children are getting antsy, and they begin to ask questions in whispers. But as time passes the emotional extremes widen within the group of youngsters. Some begin to question if they are going to die. They begin to cry and ask if they will ever see their parents again. Others start to question the silence all around. “If there was something going on, wouldn’t there be more noise,” they ask. Your Aide begins to ask this too. She suggests that maybe it is safe, and maybe they should go check to see.

About this time, a voice you don’t recognize comes over the intercom. “Alright everyone, it is time to come on out. It was a false alarm.” Immediately your Aide pops up and begins to gather the children together to lead them out of the classroom. You on the other hand are a little more hesitant. There is something that just isn’t right. And as you are thinking this, another, different voice booms over the PA system. “Everyone stay put! We are still in an active shooter situation and it appears they have access to the public address system.”

You quickly round the class back up and start the waiting all over. Your students are now very confused, and you are not much better. The talk really gets going now and those once frightened are now terrified. The others who once questioned the validity of this situation are now convinced it isn’t a real threat. Some in the group begin to mock and shame the ones who don’t agree with their personal view. The best you can do is to just quiet the group for now. But the hours pass and soon it is dark and you have been huddled up for nearly 9 hours now. Some in the group don’t really grasp the depth of the situation and talk about how bored they are. Your Aide keeps trying to convince you to gather up the kids and make a run for it. And the competing voices over the classroom speaker seem to come on about once an hour adding to the confusion.

Your own kids go to this school too. In the midst of comforting all of the students, you think of your own kids and hope they are being comforted as well. There is no protocol for this exact situation. You have never had to lead in this exact way. You want to seem confident and comforting, but you don’t know the right answers and you could use a little encouragement yourself!

After about 10 hours, you hear a knock on the door and a SWAT team member comes bursting through in full tactical gear. Some kids scream, others start to cry. The officer quickly leads you out of the building and behind a row of police vans. There are helicopters and journalist all around. You wonder about the safety of your own kids and everyone else in the building.

They calm everyone down and move you to a secure building a few blocks away. After a few hours, the news comes out that a prankster had hacked into the school, set off the active shooter alert and was also able to speak over the intercom.

Now that you can look back on it with clarity, it may feel like you overreacted. The Teachers Aide smugly reminds you of how you stopped her from letting the kids out hours earlier. Some of the parents express they felt like their children were being held hostage and they question how it is that you couldn’t figure out the reality of the situation. “Did you hear any violent noises? Did you bother looking out the window to try and get a sense of any real urgency?”

However, you did the best that you could with the information that you had. Exercising prudence was the right thing to do no matter what you know when the situation is over. In that setting, your greatest responsibility was the safety of the ones in your charge. The very worst thing that happened was that some sat quietly for a few hours. Had the situation been different… if there was an active shooter, and had you neglected this primary responsibility of the children’s safety, the consequences could have been something that you would never want to live with.

To clarify, this is a very unperfect allegory. I am in no way saying that I think this current situation of the pandemic is a hoax. There are lots of loopholes to my tale, but I hope you get the point. Being a leader in this time is difficult and stressful. Leading a church during this time is challenging and I don’t often know if I doing the right thing. However, in the interest of prudence, I have tried to make the best decisions I can with the information I have understanding that in this case my primary responsibility is the safety of the ones in my charge. In the meantime, the worst thing that has happened to those in our church family is that we missed meeting in a building together one hour a week. I can live with that.

June 7th we open back up again. I pray this is a wise decision as well.

Transfer or Transformation? Part 1

Grace Community Church is undergoing a metamorphosis.  The difference between a metamorphosis and a change is this… a change could very well take you on a new and different path, whereas a metamorphosis is simply becoming what you were meant to be.

I had a similar experience about 15 years ago.  I had been doing youth ministry for 7 years and by all appearances, it was successful.  We were reaching lots of kids and we constantly had kids becoming Christians.  I had built the Tribe (our youth group) from an attraction model.  We would do lots of fun and exciting things, and the kids would invite their friends to join us.  However, after 2003 I realized that I had successfully reached a lot of kids, but wasn’t very successful at making disciples.  Since making disciples is the Great Commission (Matthew 28:19-20) given to us by Jesus, I figured our ministry had better have a metamorphosis.

There is a very powerful and alluring temptation in being attractional ONLY.   I could throw these big parties and get lots of kids to come out.  I would take pictures and show them on Sunday to illustrate how successful we were.  On one trip when I  was about 25 years old, I took 90 teenagers and only two other adults on an overnight trip to Wichita.  We broke down on the turnpike in a time before cell phones.  I was young and rolled with it like it was this great adventure.  I look back and realize how unwise and careless I often was.

People can see the width of attendance numbers, they can’t see the depth of spiritual growth.  The truth is, the numbers made me look good.  People assumed I must be doing something right to have that many kids attending.  The truth was, I just happened to have the latest cool thing going.  Many of the kids on our trips, at our events and even attending Wednesday night youth group were from other churches.  There wasn’t as much transformation going on as there was transfer from one church to another.

Then in the summer of 2002, I took a group of teens to Miami to pass out tracts (these pamphlets about Christ) in public areas and engage anyone interested in conversation about faith.  Many of the kids in this group had been with me all the way through their middle and high school years.  In preparation for this trip I worked hard to teach them all of the “right answers” to the tough questions they would receive.   At the time, I had heard all of the statistics that showed how many kids would leave the church after high school.  I thought the best remedy for that was to teach them all of the right answers about their faith.  At that time in my life I believed what I had been taught about discipleship, that it was primarily an issue of academics.  I figured if I taught kids the right answers they would never leave their faith.  Then we put it in to practice by going out into the streets to teach other people the right answers.

I often look back at a picture that was taken of the group that was on that trip.  That was the group of kids that I was the closest to in nearly 20 years of ministry, however, about half of them have nothing to do with Church or Christianity anymore.  It began to occur to me that maybe my model wasn’t the best way to make disciples and maybe my definition of discipleship was wrong.  My model was to throw a party and attract the kids.  Then, when they would start attending on a regular basis, I would teach them all of the right answers!  Ta-daa!  Discipleship!  Right?  Not really.  A few kids became disciples despite my misguided leadership.

Around that same time, I took a group of teens on a short trip to Branson, Missouri. We did tons of fun things and stayed at a hotel with an indoor water park.  I had worked pretty hard to put that trip together and was proud of the large group that attended.  Then, after a long afternoon of playing at the water park and having fun with the kids, our group was walking back to our hotel rooms.  One of the teens turned to me and said, “This water park is okay, but I thought it would be a little cooler.”  I tried not to show it, but I was not only offended, but stunned at my sudden realization that in my process of trying to create disciples, I was simply creating consumers.

Sure, we could have fun getaways, but something would certainly come along that was more fun.  I could throw a big party at camp, but a better camp would come along.  No matter what I could try and do, in a paradigm of attraction… something else will always come along that is more attractive.  I needed for our ministry to become more of who we were created to be.  We needed a metamorphosis.

I will tell you how we did that in the next post.

Grace Unleashed Part 1

This has been a particularly tough week and a half for the Grace Community Church family.  A total of three wrecks involving teenagers, the passing of one of our elderly members and the loss of a dear friend in a tragic motorcycle collision.  There have certainly been plenty of tears and questions that may remain unanswered for a while.  However, something has been becoming more and more clear to me.

Genesis 50:20 states,  You intended to harm me, but God intended it all for good. He brought me to this position so I could save the lives of many people.”  I have seen a multitude of people deeply hurt through these events grow more spiritually in a week than a decade of listening to sermons could ever do.  I have witnessed people who recently were nervous to pray, gather with others to bring their requests to God.  I have viewed acts of servant-hood and selflessness where no plea for help was made.  I have heard stories of people once timid to talk about their faith, boldly sharing with their family members, co-workers and neighbors.  I see folks reading and studying scripture.

In other words, if this is indeed an attack from Satan…he just woke up the Body of Christ.  

Louie Constantino

Louie.c@gcctopeka.org

Gcctopeka.org

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Check out Nick Clearwater’s story in his own words:  https://Vimeo.com/162418090

The sermon the Sunday after his passing can be found here:  http://gcctopeka.sermon.net/main/main/20651664