wanted: a brave pastor
I have been here since last October, but I haven´t gotten a congregation yet.
Why? Puebla is a big city with tons of churches, good churches, with ok doctrine...you can find a good place to go. so why haven´t I?
Because I need a brave pastor. And that is not so easy to find.
Let me give you an ilustration first, so you can later easily understand what I mean...
Think of an indian and soldier movie, in the US, way back then when the US was starting to move to the west.
You had the colonists that migrated and got in problems with the indians, so the calvary was sent to protect them.
They wore blue uniforms, short hair, and were trim. And even if they were out there in the nowhere lands, they were expected to ride straight, and follow the line. Commands were given by the general and soldiers obeyed.
This was the way it should be and everybody thought things worked out just fine like that.
BUT there was this one guy hanging around that just did not match. He did not were a uniform. He dressed more like an indian, he wore his hair long and lose. He did have a gun and a rifle, but was also quiet good with a knife. He laughed loudly and was rude in his manners.
The soldiers in general liked him, some did not, but most did. Most admitted they would never want to be like him, but they enjoyed the fun and change he brought along.
But I don´t recall ever seeing a movie where the general actually liked the guy. This guy was the scout. The general needed him, so he tolerated him. The scout new how to move about in new territories, an art confided from a strategy rigid mind of the generals.
Generals did not like scouts. They could not control them. They often would disobey orders, and just follow their intuition, they followed their heart.
Often they would be going along and suddenly the scout would dissappear! Then hours later he would show up with a huge smile..."hey guys, I got you a deer!" The soldiers cheered, the general frowned. "Why didn´t you tell me you were leaving?"..."oh, sorry, I didn´t think of it, I just saw the deer...and well, why do you make a fuss? we now have a deer!"
Generals would also resent scouts because soldiers would acknowledge their leadership, in fact in some situations they just knew that they could survive without the general...but not without the scout...tricky time for the general. The fun part was that the scouts never really wanted to take the generals place. They felt suffocated with such a trade. They liked to help, but did not like the idea of a stiff neck, from riding straight ahead of the line.
Scouts were often called rebells, and many times when the general ran out of patience...they were shot or put in prison. They would be put in prison in hope that they would learn to be more disciplined. What generals just did not seem to understand that their free spirit was precisely the key thing for them to carry out their job. Take that away and you end up with a soldier- nice, but not a scout. And every army needs a scout.
yeah, I think you know where I am aiming at. I am the scout, and I need a general. I understand the generals role and respect it, but so far I haven´t found a general that has understood my rol as a scout, or at least one that has felt comfortable with it.
So, I basically haven´t searched for a church because I am waiting for a brave pastor, one that desires to have a scout around.
So I have hung up a poster in my prayer room, it says:
"wanted: a brave pastor"
Why? Puebla is a big city with tons of churches, good churches, with ok doctrine...you can find a good place to go. so why haven´t I?
Because I need a brave pastor. And that is not so easy to find.
Let me give you an ilustration first, so you can later easily understand what I mean...
Think of an indian and soldier movie, in the US, way back then when the US was starting to move to the west.
You had the colonists that migrated and got in problems with the indians, so the calvary was sent to protect them.
They wore blue uniforms, short hair, and were trim. And even if they were out there in the nowhere lands, they were expected to ride straight, and follow the line. Commands were given by the general and soldiers obeyed.
This was the way it should be and everybody thought things worked out just fine like that.
BUT there was this one guy hanging around that just did not match. He did not were a uniform. He dressed more like an indian, he wore his hair long and lose. He did have a gun and a rifle, but was also quiet good with a knife. He laughed loudly and was rude in his manners.
The soldiers in general liked him, some did not, but most did. Most admitted they would never want to be like him, but they enjoyed the fun and change he brought along.
But I don´t recall ever seeing a movie where the general actually liked the guy. This guy was the scout. The general needed him, so he tolerated him. The scout new how to move about in new territories, an art confided from a strategy rigid mind of the generals.
Generals did not like scouts. They could not control them. They often would disobey orders, and just follow their intuition, they followed their heart.
Often they would be going along and suddenly the scout would dissappear! Then hours later he would show up with a huge smile..."hey guys, I got you a deer!" The soldiers cheered, the general frowned. "Why didn´t you tell me you were leaving?"..."oh, sorry, I didn´t think of it, I just saw the deer...and well, why do you make a fuss? we now have a deer!"
Generals would also resent scouts because soldiers would acknowledge their leadership, in fact in some situations they just knew that they could survive without the general...but not without the scout...tricky time for the general. The fun part was that the scouts never really wanted to take the generals place. They felt suffocated with such a trade. They liked to help, but did not like the idea of a stiff neck, from riding straight ahead of the line.
Scouts were often called rebells, and many times when the general ran out of patience...they were shot or put in prison. They would be put in prison in hope that they would learn to be more disciplined. What generals just did not seem to understand that their free spirit was precisely the key thing for them to carry out their job. Take that away and you end up with a soldier- nice, but not a scout. And every army needs a scout.
yeah, I think you know where I am aiming at. I am the scout, and I need a general. I understand the generals role and respect it, but so far I haven´t found a general that has understood my rol as a scout, or at least one that has felt comfortable with it.
So, I basically haven´t searched for a church because I am waiting for a brave pastor, one that desires to have a scout around.
So I have hung up a poster in my prayer room, it says:
"wanted: a brave pastor"
posted by thisfool @ 6:49 PM
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