New Year, Old Me
In previous years, I have participated in the celebration and Auld Lang Syne. I made resolutions. I broke them, usually by the 15th of January. I looked ahead to dreams and plans that were not really my own, which is why they were so easy to break. There was no passion or commitment to see them through. Why? Because they really, ultimately, did not matter.
Seriously, does the world become a better place because I lose a few pounds? Read more? Play more tennis? Drink more/less coffee? Watch less TV? Finish the novel? Does it matter? Does it change lives? Does it feed the hungry? Shelter the cold? Get people off drugs? Heal broken homes?
Nah. It makes no difference whatsoever.
One of my favorite movies of all time is Star Trek: Generations. from a film critic standpoint, it was very disappointing. I admit that the first time I saw it, I felt cheated. My best friend Jay drove all the way from Greenville at 90 mph to catch the premier with me. I think he felt cheated as well. However, there are some personal moments in the film that redeem it, at least for me. There are moments of personal discovery for many of the characters that are brought about by terrible circumstances. My personal favorite is where Captain Kirk, on a horse in the temporal nexus, realizes that, "Since I left starfleet, I haven't made a difference." Spock once told him (Star Trek 2) that for him to do anything other than command a starship is a waste of resources. My friend Dan has been trying to tell me since I left the ministry in 2004, that for me to do anything else is a waste. I disagreed for a long time. A long time. Seven years to be exact.
Let's look at my stats. Since I left the ministry, I have had 11 jobs in 7 years. I broke my arm living out a childhood fantasy of pro wrestling. I have lost a home, a car, and another marriage. I have moved 5 times. I have come to believe that I cannot do anything right. Other than being a father, nothing I have done since ministry has given me a real sense of purpose. All of my education and training is in ministry. I have tried to find another niche. I really have. but I can't. Teaching is as close as I have come to being totally fulfilled since ministry. I have lost the respect of my children and my closest friends and have hurt and disappointed a lot of special people.
The story of the Prodigal Son in Luke 15:11-32 has never hit as close to home to me as it has this year. The prodigal son had it all and squandered it. Consequently, he ended up separated from his father and living in a pig pen of sorts. I feel the same way. I had it all. I was pastor of a great church. I had the American dream. Though my first marriage ended against my will, I chose a life of bitterness and anger that would ultimately affect my health and nearly every relationship in my life, leaving me in an emotional and spiritual pig pen. Like the Prodigal Son, I guess I have had enough of the pig pen now. I want to go home. I don't want anything from God. I don't want to be the next SBC president or have my own theme park. I just want to be with Him. For it is there where I feel safe and where things matter. That is where passion and commitment reside. That is where difference is made.
In all fairness, I have accumulated baggage that I have to give account for. I have made bad choices and wrong turns. But if my Father will let me come home, I will do all I need to be restored. It won't be like it was before. I know that. But I want to be there, wherever it is. Teaching, preaching, or whatever. I want to be there. I want to make a difference. In working for Jamestown Coffee, I have rediscovered ministry. Who knew coffee could do that?
So, no resolutions this year. I am going home to my Father and back to who I am (some of you will remember that Paul Smith song from the 80s). See you all in 2012.
Oh yeah...Happy New Year!