
I remember my summertime pregnancy with Greg, our youngest. I especially recall sitting in the July heat at a friend’s birthday party, nursing swollen feet in a kiddie swimming pool… waiting.
Waiting for birth. Waiting for the discomfort to be over. Waiting for the unknown to be to known, the still-out-of-reach to be welcomed with open arms, the hidden and the silent to be visible and touchable and squawking at the top of his lungs.
As Pastor Dave Phillips pointed out Sunday, we’re in a similar position here at FAC. Waiting. Wishing this uncomfortable stage was over. Nursing the aches and pains that come with the territory, counting the months, asking each other and the elders, “Why can’t it happen sooner?” Maybe some are convinced that the process is nearing full-term, and we should talk about scheduling a C-section! We’ll make this thing happen!
But, as Dave pointed out, we don’t want to deliver a preemie. I don’t think any of us want that. So the challenge is to wait, and wait well.
May I confess something? I sat down with my congregational survey and began to fill it out.. . and had the same reaction as some of you. Why so technical? Why so focused on the person and particular preferences rather than on prayer and the leading of the Spirit? I thought about Samuel the prophet who was sent to anoint the new king of Israel… and God bypassed all those who “fit the bill” and ordered Samuel to anoint the least of them – the youngest, called in from the fields as an afterthought. Would this survey help us find a David, I wondered?
But in the middle of my concern, the Lord seemed to respond with this: Haven’t you trusted the elders in the past? Why would you fear now that they are missing the high road? Do you think they will forget to consult Me? Don’t lose confidence in them. Trust them also in this, and let them complete the process they’ve been given to do.
A pregnant woman is a formidable thing. She can get testy and impatient and unreasonably demanding and moody and… well, you get the picture. Let’s not go there. Let’s not make our elders spend all their time placating our fears, indulging our whims, waiting on us hand and foot while we wait impatiently for them to produce the senior pastor. I’m simply saying this: Waiting is hard for everybody. Our elders and staff deserve – need – our support and confidence.
God only knows how many months we must wait, but let’s wait well, and encourage each other as we do it. Nobody stays pregnant forever. In just the right time, our new pastor will emerge, and we’ll welcome him with open arms. And the pain of waiting and laboring and delivering this leader will be eclipsed by the joy of knowing we have a pastor designed by God and designated just for us. The waiting will be over and unknown will be known…
Let’s just hope he’s not squawking at the top of his lungs!