It was my family's privilege to attend the 60th anniversary celebration at
Southside Baptist Church in Carthage, Texas. I served as pastor there for almost ten years. I was invited to speak as well as share the moments and memories of that church's years of ministry. It was fun to see old friends and relive memories. It hurt a bit to see a dark haired, slimmer and less wrinkled man who looked like me and grinned like me in some of the pictures.
I enjoyed preaching in that beautiful auditorium again, and sharing some history. I especially enjoyed recalling a time when God miraculously provided the finances as we were attempting to finish our new building.
Those were all somewhat expected. One thing occurred at the celebration that I did not expect.
I was honored with "Pastor Emeritus" status. I not only received the honor, but another former pastor, Bro. Bobby Powell, was similarly honored as well.
As Bro. Powell received the certificate making him Pastor Emeritus, he had a two word response. "I'm scared," was all he had to say.
I felt the same way.
One reason I felt a bit of fear was because I seem to remember that Pastor Emeritus status is given by church action AFTER a man retires. It honors the years of ministry and service a man has given a congregation. It has no legal rights or standing. It is simply a way to recognize what a pastor has meant to a congregation he has served. Think of it like a being made an honorary member of an organization like the Kentucky Colonels and you have the idea.
As I thought about it, I thought I was too young, not quite gray haired enough, and certainly not worthy of such an honor.
But more than that, I was deeply humbled. When the pastor of the church, Dr. Kirby Hill, gave me the "heads up" that this was coming, I felt deeply moved. I wanted to cry.
I honestly believe that of all my awards, honors, and degrees, this one thing means most to me. I have not for years posted my educational degrees on my office wall, but this one will be displayed prominently. It is a precious gift of acknowledgement. It reminds me that perhaps when I began the journey into ministry over 30 years ago, it's been worth it.
Worth it to prepare, pray, serve, cry, bury, marry, and baptize people. Worth it to hurt with them and help them. Worth it even to be hurt by them, and probably wound some myself.
It is worth it because I was called to this ministry. I could then, and still cannot today do any other, God help me.
But whether I was recognized or not, it has still been worth it all.
Thank you, dear congregation of Southside Baptist Church. You have done far more for me than I could have possibly done for you. You honor me greatly. And you bring tears to my eyes as I consider the magnitude of it all.
But may I remind us all- Soli Deo Gloria- "To God Alone Be The Glory!"
Glory!
