May 24, 2016
It is easy to become proud of what we know – proud that we know. Dispensing power pills of knowledge and wisdom seems grand and good. We tend to think that all people need to do is imbibe correct information and their lives will go better.
Knowledge, knowledge, knowledge.
Yes, God instructs us to get knowledge and to get wisdom. I want to do that. I want to help people know God and His wisdom. I want to impart.
But there’s something even more important. Consider this from I Corinthians 4:14-15:
I’m not writing this to shame you, but to warn you as my dear children. For you can have 10,000 instructors in Christ, but you can’t have many fathers. For I became your father in Christ Jesus through the gospel.
Here is my prayer:
Let me not be just a teacher, meting out maxims.
Let me be connected and caring, interested and attentive.
Let me walk alongside with assistance and encouragement, and not just pontificate from up ahead.
Let me not focus on forgettable words, but talk less and listen more.
May I ask questions and wait for the answers.
Let me not just cut and dry the truth, but let me be entangled in the messiness of ministry – the untidiness of intimacy.
Let me be a kinsman, and not just a distant dispenser of dictums.
Let me be as full of grace and truth as someone who is not God can be.
May this be the prayer of any person who presumes to teach others. We’ve got to get beyond clinical dissection of words and phrases.
It’s got to be embedded in relationship – walking together. Think parenting.