Missing home

I originally reside from San Jose, CA. My family is there, and one thing I know for certain is that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. One of my regrets was not appreciating the great family I have. Now that I only get to see them a few times a year, I understand this fully.

To explain further: I miss the comfort. I miss knowing all the roads and how to get to places. I miss the familiarity. I miss knowing that I had a close community of friends who I could call at a moment’s notice. I’ve been a resident here for roughly a year, and building those types of friendships and knowing that people really care for you is a difficult prospect.

Starting over is difficult.

And that is what I’m learning in my new pastorate. I’m certain God has called me to the church, and I know he is with me. I pray over the next steps that we should take, and thus far, we’ve seen some pretty good things. However, there is also uneasiness with the process of revitalization.

Good people. Godly people. It doesn’t matter. Starting over is difficult.

As I incorporate some of the changes in the church, from remodeling to transitioning the service schedule, I sense the uneasiness within the congregation. For over twenty years, there was one way of doing things. For over twenty years, there was a pattern of work of which they were accustomed to. And now here I come, messing with the establishment.

So as I work through all of this, my first inclination is to try and acquiesce to the fears and demands of people. To accommodate my sense of work and purpose that Jesus has given to me in order to make people feel comfortable. However, there is nothing more unbiblical!

I’m convicted of one thing: It’s Jesus’ church, not mine, not theirs. We need to follow what he says before anything.

“Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.” Galatians 1:10

These words are pinned into my spirit. I cannot lead by fear of what people think. Only God’s opinion matters, and if Christ instructs me, I must obey. I know that starting over is difficult, but there has never been a moment in our Christian walk where things should just come easy. Maybe uneasiness is the path God has chosen to keep us alert, humble, and seeking his will over our own.

Have you ever been called to step out and do what is “uneasy” for the sake of Christ?