Douglas Young

He had a bodybuilder’s physique, tattoos that covered the entirety of his massive arms, and a shiny, shaved head. By all appearances, he might not be the kind of person you’d think would get it. But he did. That’s what we get for thinking in terms of common stereotypes.

I’m sure, for some of us, his job description might not help. After all, he cleaned carpets for a living. He might have been the owner for all I know. That’s inconsequential. What matters is that he got it.

He was cleaning my carpets in conjunction with my residential lease agreement. There were several companies to choose from; I made the call; he came.

He, though, asked the question: “Why are you moving?” Here’s how the conversation went.

“New job,” I responded.

“Military?”, he inquired.

“Nope… I’m in ministry.”

“What kind of ministry?” he probed.

“Well I was a pulpit minister, but now my wife and I are going to work with a children’s home in Portales.”

He developed a look on his face that said it all. He smiled with a particular look on his face, shook his head, and we continued to converse about which home we were working with. But as we parted company, I couldn’t help but think to myself…that guy got it. He really got it.

My decision to give up pulpit work for something else hasn’t been well received by all. There are not few who believe that pulpit work is about the only to do ministry. I use to think that myself.

I knew there were a variety of spiritual gifts one might use, and they weren’t necessarily connected to a preaching ministry (Romans 12: 6-8), but I still thought pulpit work was the only legitimate way to serve. Youth Ministers were a waste of money. Family Life Ministers were silliness. Both might be “unauthorized.” Looking back, I wound up being the one with the silly thinking.

Real ministry happens when service takes place in the name of God. It might be at a church building, a homeless shelter, and/or a children’s home. Scratch that…I’m now 100% certain that it happens at a children’s home. It is odd, though, to see who really gets it.

A couple of weeks ago, I attended a minister’s study, but for the first time I had my Macbook with me. To the group, this seemed odd. I asked if the hosting church had an open wireless signal because I needed internet access. Why? I was in the middle of trying to mediate a divorce for my graduate class, Advanced Mediation: Marital Disputes.

When I apprised the group of what I was doing, they were somewhat shocked. I understand why. After all, we are ministers and we feel like it is our duty to save marriages, not facilitate them coming to an end.

Before the class started, I had serious reservations about it. The class title told me one thing, but the reading titles (Divorce and Family Mediation & Mediating Divorce: A Step-By-Step Manual) suggested something else. I’ve known from the beginning that divorce mediation was a significant part of the curriculum and that I was going to have jump in with both feet, but my feelings from ministry led me to be resistant to it. I want to preserve marriages, if at all possible, not help them amicably come to an end. On the surface, is anything more illogical than a minister trying to mediate a divorce?

But here I am, five weeks into it, and I’m pleasantly surprised. Most, if not all, of my fears are gone and another point is proven: perspective is everything. This class, especially the role-playing, has been as beneficial to me as 10 years worth of hands on ministry experiences. No joke. The mediation process is as valuable as gold because the process, worked in the right way, lends itself to reconciliation. And that is what God cares about most (2 Corinthians 5:18-19). It creates opportunities that, more than likely, would not be had any other way. This may not mean that two people don’t divorce, but it does mean that a process is experienced that can be capitalized in so many ways to revolutionize one’s life. This isn’t hyperbole, either. I’m serious!

The mediation process affords us techniques that can be used just about anywhere, at any time, and at any place. Best of all, when used proactively, it can really change the course of things if people are really pursuing peace. Of course, I learned this week one in Negotiation and Mediation: you have to have two parties who are willing to sit down and discuss things if reconciliation is ever to be possible. It would be nice, across the board, if we had more people who were willing to calmly sit down and be peacemakers. After all, that is what we are called to be (Matthew 5:9; Hebrews 12:14).

I read a book a while back that noted how the Psalmist seemed fond of new songs. His express desire was to sing “a new song”  to the Lord (Psalm 33:3; 40:3; 96:1; 98:1; 144:9; 149:1). I must admit, I feel the same way about a lot of things in life.

The longing for something new isn’t abnormal. It’s actually natural, and at times needed. The covenant offered at Sinai was in need of being replaced by something “new” (Jeremiah 31:31-34; Hebrews 8:7-13). But something new is generally risky. The “old wine” might be what we are used to, and often, we will only take on something new if we can put it in old wineskins (Luke 5:36-39). After all, we are entrenched in the belief that “the old is better” (v. 39). But the inborn sense of desire for something new must be dealt with. You can only avoid it for so long before it becomes deconstructive.

For a while now, I’ve considered breaking free from local church pulpit work to do something new. I don’t want to quit ministering, but I do want to minister in a way that I sense betters serves people. Yes, that’s exactly what I meant!  “What can better serve people than to preach ‘the good news’ to them?” you might be thinking.  Look,  preaching and teaching doesn’t just take place in church auditoriums. It happens in a number of different environments, in numeous venues. But before one thinks that a Sunday morning assembly is “the” best place to minister, I would suggest such one takes a Sunday, stands behind a pulpit for 30 minutes, and speaks . What you might see might change your mind! Sleeping. Doodling. Texting. Reading the Bible but not following along with the minister. People looking around and watching what others are doing. All of this happens every Sunday all over the country.

So, for the time being, I am transitioning into something new. I will no longer be involved in full-time preaching work. Instead, my wife  and I have chosen to minister together in the lives of children at a nearby children’s home in Portales, NM.

I want something new. I need something new. The New Mexico Christian Children’s Home has stepped in to offer Tisha and I an opportunity to do something new.

It will be tough. We both know that. That is, in part, why we want to do it. We are concerned for the future of the church, and we long for Jesus and his church to be integral to the lives of today’s youth.

I ask that you will pray for us as we begin to transition, as well as keep us in your prayers as jump into this work with both feet!

Tomorrow is a big day! It is Dump Day. A most amazing friend of mine, Trey Morgan,  is raising money to feed the people of Tegucigalpa, Honduras who rummage through “the dump” looking for food. Trey is immensely passionate about this. In the past, he has raised thousands of dollars on his blog for this effort. I feel honored that Trey has asked me to pray ardently about going with him to Honduras in December. It is something I am currently doing.

Today, a post is up on Trey’s blog that includes a documentary video about this great Christian humanitarian effort. See it for yourself. Also, there are a number of those close to Trey who are going to fast for 30 hours beginning tonight and use the money that they would have spent on food to contribute to the Dump Day effort. Your participation would be greatly appreciated.

It’s hard to put a finger on the things that have so significantly figured into making us who we are today. Sometimes it is hard to even pinpoint who those people are. My friend John Dobbs has encouraged his friends to post tributes to those who have significantly influenced them in their ministries. For me, this is no easy task. I’ve not possessed a mentor who has been able to work with me in the way I would like and need. Thankfully, of late, men have begun to fill that void, but we are just starting the process. Therefore, their influence is minimal at the moment.

There are a number who have been vital to my life. I’m truly indebted to Trey Morgan. His passion and heart for people has forced me to evaluate the quality of my own ministry. By being the light of Jesus, he has caused others, in particular myself, to glorify God in their own lives (Matt. 5:14-16). I wouldn’t be who I am today, in part, had I not come to find friendship with Trey. My friend and fellow minister, Clay Martin, whom I’ve known since 3rd grade has been a strong presence in my life. He’s been there for me through think and thin. There are numerous others for whom I frequently give thanks. But there is someone to whom I am incredibly indebted who flies under the radar. This person wouldn’t be considered a “minister” in the professional sense. This person doesn’t stand behind a pulpit. This person doesn’t get paid by a church. But this person is a minister to be sure. Every Christian should minister in whatever capacity possible because this was the life of their Savior.

My wife, Tisha, has been an amazing ministry presence in my life. Unfortunately, I haven’t always been one who was willing to value her thoughts about things. When I began to, though, I found her insights intriguing and informative.

Most of all, though, she has been an incredibly stable source of support to me in my ministry. She has sought to keep me grounded. She has reminded me that I cannot please everyone, nor do I have to. When I get down she is there. In my darkest moments she has been there. Even though we both know that the life I’ve given her wasn’t what she really signed up for (the minister’s wife thing), she has been a trooper through it all.

Tisha has not confined her ministry to me either. She has served women who were contemplating leaving their husbands. She even gave up a kidney to save the life of a child not her own. Her rationale? Jesus died for her, so giving up a kidney to help a five year-old boy parents not lose their son was her faith in action. That single act has affected me, maybe, more than anything. Her faith is amazing. She believes in agape. She shows it to me, our kids, as well as to others. People have learned that she will speak her mind, so beware what you ask of her. She is, truly, a gift from God!

This is my tribute and I am thankful that someone like Tisha has walked with me the way she has for my 1o years of ministry. I’ve made many mistakes. We both have. She has seen me through them all, and that has made all the difference!