Success is tied to our Legacy
I want to state right up front that this is a personal post. I also want to state that this may be considered an illustration of a previous post where I discussed success as investment. Now that the disclaimers are out of the way, let’s get busy.
Last Thursday (June 4, 2009) I turned 40 years old. On Sunday, my wife surprised me with a party for both my birthday and graduation with my doctorate. There were about 35 people there. It was a blast and I was truly overwhelmed by her actions and the turnout.
The husband of one family who came was on the pastor search team that brought me here to Delaware five years ago. He was a difficult guy to read during those initial phone conversations. I remember during one conversation, he asked a hypothetical question that I was able to talk my way through, though I’m not sure it made any sense. When he asked the question, I could hear on the other end of the line phrases such as, “What?” and “Are you serious?”. We all got a good laugh after my answer when another member asked him what he was thinking by asking such an odd question. His response was “I don’t know, I just made it up!” He is the supreme jokester and we had a lot of fun together with he and his family. Unfortunately, less than a year after I arrived, they had to move due to a job change. While they only moved an hour away, it was just too far to drive to be a part of our community of faith.
In the five years I have been in Delaware, we have had to say goodbye to a lot of people because of transitions in the marketplace. In fact, if my calculations are correct, we have sent almost 100 missionaries in the past five years. When I got here we had less than 80 people. (Please don’t do the math…If you’re a numbers person, it’s not pretty).
Because he and his family arrived late for the party, they ended up staying after everyone else had left and we got a chance to talk. It was the first time we had been together in over four years, but you would never know it.
I asked the family how they were enjoying the church they were attending. I know the pastor there and he’s a great guy. I mentioned something about the building during our conversation and he told me they had two large parcels of land and were trying to figure which parcel of land to build on. The church was going to build a large new campus. He said (and I’m paraphrasing), “I don’t know why they want to do that. They want to build up. We should be building wide, like you were talking about when you came here.” He and his family are waiting for the opportunity to help plant a church in their own area. In fact, he has stopped going to meetings where decisions are being made because he’s frustrated that the church wants to buy land or build big buildings. I sat there stunned that a man whom I had roughly one year to invest in was still trumpeting my words and mission four years later.
After they left, I came into my office and downloaded Nicole Nordeman’s song Legacy (album: Recollection: The Best of Nichole Nordeman) off of iTunes. I searched Youtube to see if the video was there. And I sat down with my wife and we talked about what he had said. And we started listing all the people who had moved to another part of the country or world, or who was still in the area but involved in a church plant. In most every case, the last update we heard from those missionaries were that they were investing themselves in ministry to church plants, small churches, or were pushing their churches to start churches. We sent out our first church planter one year after we came. He was a 73 year old retired Asian pastor who had been in our church less than a year and was compelled, according to him, to help start an Asian church out near the University of Delaware through our weekly discussions and the prompting of God (which is far more important). He and his wife are still involved in that plant four years later. Another family moved away in 2006. They joined a small church intending to planting churches as well as wanting to their skills, gifts and talents to serve, love, and invest in their community. They were intentional in that. I could tell story after story of people who were sent out with that mindset.
We need to consider our legacy as we minister, realizing all of us are ministers. How was Jesus known after the resurrection? Through those in whom he had invested himself. They were a reflection of Jesus, “little Christ’s”. The legacy of Jesus was not found in the masses but in the individuals AND the communities of faith that reflected a deep investment by Jesus and His Spirit. Jesus’ legacy is not found in the masses. It was found in the reflections. Your legacy is not found in the masses, but in those who reflect your life. We all need to realize that while we teach what we know, we reproduce who we are. Those in whom you invest will reflect who you are. That is a sobering thought.
We have not seen the masses come to Christ while we have been in Delaware. We have baptized 13 these past five years and led a few more to Christ that we didn’t baptize. My legacy will not be that I led a thriving, bustling, busy and large church. My legacy will be that since I arrived five years ago, we have sent out people seeking to make investments in the lives of others through church planting and church multiplication as well as living the Gospel as a message of wholeness, ministering to the whole person through investment, not just seeing them get out of hell and into heaven or coming to our particular church. (The irony: I’m not a church planter but I have a passion to see the church multiply, not grow big.) My legacy will be found in the people I invested in, not in the numbers I obtained, which really aren’t mine anyway.
I’ve listened to Legacy (album: Recollection: The Best of Nichole Nordeman) several times since Sunday night. I’ve wept each time. The reason: at least one family in whom I invested a short period of my life in still lives that investment four years later. That never, ever gets old!
Lest you don’t know the song I speak of, here are the words:
I don’t mind if you’ve got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
You could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all the who’s who and so-n-so’s that used to be the best
At such ‘n such…it wouldn’t matter much
I won’t lie, it feels alright to see your name in lights
We all need an “Atta boy” or “Atta girl”
But in the end I’d like to hang my hat on more besides
the temporary trappings of this world
Chorus:
I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love?
Did I point to you enough to make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who blessed Your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy
I don’t have to look too far or too long awhile
To make a lengthy list of all that I enjoy
It’s an accumulating trinket and a treasure pile
Where moth and rust, thieves and such will soon enough destroy
Chorus
Not well traveled, not well read, not well-to-do or well bred
Just want to hear instead, “Well done” good and faithful one
And the video:
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