Wednesday, March 25, 2009

I heard a sermon by Matt Chandler of the Village Church in Dallas, Texas today and a part of it was regarding the importance of community and discipleship and I wanted to share it with you.

I’ll tailor his illustration to a true story for in life.

A while ago, I had a desire to pick up the guitar and be able to play it like Dave Matthews. I got one as a gift for Christmas when I was 16 and had the intentions of picking it up and just doing it. I began to pick, pluck, and awkwardly try to move my keys long the neck of the guitar with no success. All that came of a couple of years of this was my being able to play jingle bells and frustration. The sounds that were coming off of the guitar were void of rhythm and melody and brought my family to the brink of wishing the torture would stop. If someone were to put sheet music to a Dave Matthews song in front of my I would not be able to do it. It doesn’t matter HOW bad I wanted to be able to play it…It doesn’t matter HOW disappointed my family was that I couldn’t play it…It doesn’t matter HOW much it bothered me that I wasn’t the musician I wanted to be…It doesn’t matter that my friends would say, “Oh man, I can sit down and just rip that one out.” I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO DO IT. It wasn’t until someone older, wiser, and further down the road in their musical journey came to me and began to teach me. He taught me fundamentals. “Here’s the neck of your guitar.” “Here’s the fretboard.” “Here’s the E String.” “Here’s how you hold a pick.” “Here’s how you strum the strings.” “Here’s the best strings to buy for your skill level.” “Here’s where you put your fingers.” Slowly, this man began to feed me more and more technical things. I would watch as he did it on his guitar and then I would try it on mine. It came awkwardly…slowly…and embarrassingly at times. I learned how to transition from one cord to another. I learned how to strum well. As time went on, victories would come my way…and increasingly, this teacher would challenge me to do better, try harder, practice more and would hold me accountable to a higher standard. Today, though I am no musician, I am able to pick up a guitar and play it with relative ease. When I look back on that time of awkward beginnings and frustrating nights of playing, I often think about the teacher that cared enough to invest into my life. He cared enough to see me improve and to achieve my goals. He sacrificed some family time, money, and lots of energy for no gain of his beside the satisfaction of seeing a young man be who they want to be. That is what discipleship is. If he had not made these sacrifices, I would have either given up or would still be picking “Jingle Bells” and full of musical frustration. Paul writes in Titus 2:1-8 as instructions to the church, 1But as for you, teach what accords with sound] doctrine. 2Older men are to be sober-minded, dignified, self-controlled, sound in faith, in love, and in steadfastness. 3 Older women likewise are to be reverent in behavior, not slanderers or slaves to much wine. They are to teach what is good, 4and so train the young women to love their husbands and children, 5to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands that the word of God may not be reviled. 6Likewise, urge the younger men to be self-controlled. 7Show yourself in all respects to be a model of good works, and in your teaching show integrity, dignity, 8and sound speech that cannot be condemned, so that an opponent may be put to shame, having nothing evil to say about us. As friend of Jesus, we should be being invest into by the “older men and women” in the church…while investing into the “younger men and women” ourselves. We have to seek this out because it rarely will just “happen” on it’s own.

This is discipleship. This is community.

In love,

1 Comments:

At 11:19 PM, Blogger Bryant said...

Amen bro.

 

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