When you are planting a church you may be tempted to believe that you are planting a church.
We are into our fourth month on the ground, and I’m starting to feel the (self-imposed) pressure to make something happen. All the contacting and networking and serving and connecting and sharing and visiting and neighboring must add up to something… But what? There came a point a few weeks ago when I felt the weight of my limitations. I. can’t. do. this.
The pastors of Columbia Presbyterian and I have been reading and discussing Eugene Peterson’s book, Working the Angles: The Shape of Pastoral Integrity. I was slammed by this statement in Chapter 3:
Sabbath is uncluttered time and space to distance ourselves from the frenzy of our own activities so we can see what God has been and is doing. If we do not regularly quit work for one day a week we take ourselves far too seriously. The moral sweat pouring off our brows blinds us to the primal action of God in and around us.
I realized that I had not taken a Sabbath since starting this work. Sure, I’ve had “down time,” but I have not set aside a day to truly rest from the work, especially the mental work of church planting. The prescription was clear. I needed to set aside a day for Sabbath. So, I have been setting aside Fridays as my Sabbath.
Please pray for me and encourage me in this. Apart from the grace of God and the work of the Holy Spirit, I am a self-sufficient man. Keeping the Sabbath is God’s gracious reminder that this work in Orangeburg is His work, not mine.