I grew up in a city in the Midwest. As a teenager I moved to
a small city in Virginia. After college I lived in a city in South Carolina.
Since I had lived in a city most of my life, it was quite a culture shock when
I moved to rural Vermont in 1993. It was a small village with less than 1,000
residents. We moved there to serve as missionaries with the North American
Mission Board. We served a rural church with less than 20 members, which was
struggling for survival.
It has been my custom for years to walk in the mornings and
pray about what God is doing in my life. That first week of living in a rural
area I struck out walking down the main street, which was also the only paved
street in town. I did not get very far before I encountered a cow that had
escaped from the pasture and was standing in the middle of the road. Having
grown up in the city, I did not know quite what to do, so I froze in my tracks.
My life flashed before my eyes. My heart raced with fear. Would this cow charge
me? Would it trample me? Would it eat me? Surely this vicious creature was a
killer cow!
I do not know how long I stood in the middle of the road
looking at that cow, but someone drove by in their pickup truck and asked what
I was doing. I replied that a killer cow had gotten loose and I did not know
what to do. They looked at me, looked at the cow and laughed hysterically as
they drove away. Eventually I realized that the poor creature was just a
harmless old milk cow. I slowly eased past her and went on my way. I knew I was
not in the city anymore!
To live successfully in a rural area, I had to adjust to the
presence of cows in the middle of the road. I also had to adjust how I did ministry
so that it fit my context. I learned to show up at the post office each morning
at 9:30 AM when everyone came to get their mail. I could visit half the town in
an hour. I learned that I was the pastor for the whole community, not just my
20 church members. As the community pastor I provided weddings, funerals,
counseling and hospital visits for the entire community, even though many of
them had little or no affiliation with our church. I learned how important it
was to make a contribution to the annual 8th grade fundraiser. I learned not to
wear a tie, as it made people think I was either a Mormon or a bill collector,
neither of which were very welcome in that small rural village.
During the eight years I served that church, I learned a
great many things about how to minister in a rural village. However, I never
had to change the Gospel itself. The Gospel is always relevant to all cultures
in all time periods and to all people groups. There is no other Gospel but the
one found in the New Testament that begins with the sinfulness of mankind and
ends with the death, burial and resurrection of Christ. But methods and
programs used to communicate the Gospel are constantly changing. One generation
might use flannelgraph and chalkboards, another generation might use video
projectors and smart boards, but the message of the Gospel remains the same.
Since my fateful encounter with that killer cow so many
years ago, I have learned to communicate the Gospel in a variety of ways as I
have started churches and led evangelistic activities across New England. Each
town is a little different, but in each one God has called a group of people to
Himself. My ministry is to join God in His work and communicate His Gospel in a
way that the called can hear and respond. When that happens, the Gospel goes
forth and God is glorified, and His people rejoice, even if it looks differently
than what we are used to.
Lord, help us learn to share the Gospel in ways those around
us can understand. Amen.
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This devotional is from the book “Heavenly Mundane” by Dr.
Terry W. Dorsett. Dr. Dorsett has been a pastor, church planter, denominational
leader and author in New England for more than 20 years. He is a
happy husband, a proud father and adoring grandfather. He is a
cancer survivor and believes that God works powerfully
through times of suffering. He writes extensively and you can find all of
his books at:
My life verse which has enabled me to minister to addicts, farmers, retired military and grandchildren.
ReplyDeleteAnd this is why you and I connect so well. So blessed to be able to call you friend, even across 3000 miles. Where I minister now is all open range ; the church has seven acres, in the spring and early summer the longhorn come down to graze. Had twenty head camped out in the parking lot and along the sanctuary one Sunday mourning.
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