Purveyors of Unused Truths
I’ve been spending the week worshipping, learning, walking, sitting in silence, and reconnecting with old friends as I attend a Pastors’ Conference in Vancouver.
[Pastors conference? How did I end up at one of these? When I was younger, the mention of such an event would have evoked images of smiley, hyper-enthusiastic white men walking around with oversized cell-phones holstered in their belts, stalking the halls, greedily “networking” with others and/or triumphantly relaying stories of spiritual conquest and adventure… Happily, I have been disabused of such misconceptions at this and previous conferences 🙂 . It’s been a good and refreshing week thus far.]
Of course one of the problems with these events is that there’s far too much information to take in and process adequately, but one sentence from a few days ago has lodged itself in my brain and refuses to disappear. It was spoken by a psychologist in the context of a talk about some of the problematic areas of being a pastor. Here’s what he said:
All too frequently, pastors can become purveyors of unused truths.
Instantly, I began to feel a combination of guilty and defensive. Yes, that’s me… Well, maybe that’s me… But isn’t being a “purveyor of unused truths” kind of the nature of the job?! Isn’t it kind of inherent to the Christian life that we speak about and point others to realities that we will only partially experience and/or attain?! But, yes, yes, that’s certainly me… Back and forth I went, vacillating between self-loathing and righteous indignation, and generally missing out on a good chunk of the rest of the lecture.
I sat with this statement for the rest of the day, as I attended other lectures, as I ate with friends, as I rode the bus. The more I sat with it the more uncomfortable it made me. Mainly because it is true. I am so often a purveyor of unused truths.
I began to count the ways…
- I talk endlessly about putting on the character of Christ and demonstrating the fruit of the spirit, yet often feel like my own pursuits of these things amounts to little more than the frantic chasing of shifting shadows.
- I speak about forgiving ourselves and others freely, yet often refuse to do this myself.
- I say that justice and peace are not extras or side dishes to the main course of evangelism/verbal proclamation, but an irreducible, central component of the gospel of Jesus Christ, yet my actions so often betray a limp commitment to these things.
- I point people toward the stranger, the outcast, the poor and the neglected, yet retreat into the safe confines of those who are safe, those who are like me.
- I talk about the importance of spiritual disciplines, of restraint, and of silence, yet chafe under the burden of self-control, and struggle to reign in my thoughts as they flit aimlessly, chaotically about when presented with the invitation to be silent for even ten minutes.
- I remind people of the power and importance of prayer, yet so often struggle to pray in ways that aren’t selfish, misguided, or both, and stamp my feet like a petulant child when God doesn’t respond in a timely manner and/or in ways that I deem appropriate.
- I speak in soaring language about the redemptive story of God, of a narrative that embraces our deepest longings for beauty, hope, and truth, yet so often feel the pull of lesser stories, stories that are ugly, hopeless, and false.
- I implore people to remember that they are loved unconditionally by God, yet too frequently fail to truly embrace this basic reality in a deep and transformative way.
- I proclaim freedom in Christ, yet so often instinctively beat a familiar path back to the imagined security of my chains.
I could go on, but I won’t. This is probably grim enough reading as it is.
It has been good to be called back to a basic congruence between what I say and what I do. This is not rocket science, I know. The theme of striving for words to line up with lived reality resounds throughout the canon of Scripture. It is easy—too easy!—to blather on endlessly about God and the life of faith without paying much attention to our own lives. It’s so easy to become a manager of God-ish things rather than a committed disciple, walking with others toward a common goal, a shared purpose and spirit animating our steps.
I wonder, though, about the alternative. I don’t want to be a “purveyor of unused truth” or even a “purveyor of under–used truth.” I want to consistently experience these things of which I speak. I think it is entirely reasonable to expect that the lives of those who speak for/about God give compelling evidence of the realities of which they speak.
But I do think there is a falling short that is built into the system. We are imperfect people who will always live and love in partial and half-hearted ways. Our reach will always exceed our grasp when it comes to God. This is just the nature of our predicament. The good news of the gospel is not that God made it possible for us to fully embody and practice the truth and beauty to which we are called, but that God did for us what we could never and will never do for ourselves.
Perhaps, then, the only thing worse than being a “purveyor of unused truth” is being a “purveyor of unloved truth.” For even when we fall short of what we proclaim, as we inevitably will, we will continue to want this truth to be more consistently at home in our lives. We will look at this God and this life of faith and we will love it and we will want it, and we will love it and want it for others as well. And perhaps what we love and what we want will somehow make its way through the cracks and the seams between what we say and what we do, just as the One who loves us and wants us continually fills the spaces between who we are and what we will one day finally be.
“…..there is a falling short that is built into the system.”
Yes there is..and I’ve never before heard a preacher forthrightly reveal this in a public forum, Bravo! ..I love how you proffer the Solution to our dilemma in your final sentence, Good News indeed. Brilliant delivery!
Thank you, Mike.
Just as long as we don’t become purveyors of unused grace, particularly for ourselves. Thanks for your thoughts.
Well said, Kevin.
And because pastors are speaking truth and listeners are hearing truth, we end up with a phrase I’ve been pondering of late – “the illusion of faithfulness.” Thanks for this honest yet hopeful reflection. Good to connect too – always too short!
Thanks, Dave. Great to see you again this week.
(I’d love to hear more about what you’re pondering with respect to that phrase…)
Well, I’ve been part of a few different “vision” discussion in recent years, some good, some bad. Much of the Christian leadership culture is full of catchy phrases and concepts (usually alliterated or as an acronym). Yet it becomes a lot of talk, not always corresponding to life on the ground. I think the same can go with sermons or theology in general – we are good talkers. And we feel good when we get it right or describe something well. But we stop there. Our words become a moral pat on the back at the expense of real growth and transformation. This is the illusion of faithfulness I’ve been pondering and challenged by.
Absolutely… Words at the expense of growth and transformation. This is what we are so good at.
A challenge for me, too.
“the illusion of faithfulness”
.A few weeks ago I had something of a shocking realization/revelation about myself while in deep contemplation. I suddenly realized what a fraud I am and the extent to which I am engaged in denial and self deception, not to mention the lengths to which I go to con-vince others of my “faithfulness” and seeming adherence to the way of righteousness when in reality(privately) I’m still pretty much he same old mike that I’ve always been (lie-cheat-steal-lust- etc. etc.) .
Over time the only pronounced difference in me is that, with practice, I’m a much better Actor now.
Thank God that “there is a falling short that is built into the system”, without it..I would be doomed.
Me too, Mike, me too…