Not long ago, I was running an errand before one of our midweek programs. I didn’t have a lot of time to accomplish the task, and I was sure I could run to a particular store and back in less than 20 minutes. As I was heading into the store, I was stopped by a man named William, who was badly limping, unshaven, and looked like he needed something to eat. He stopped me and asked if I could give him a ride home, which he assured me wasn’t far. The Holy Spirit moved in my heart, so I told him that I’d be happy to give him a ride, especially since his place wasn’t far. We got into my car and began driving, and I asked him how to get to his home. He told me to just drive and he would get me there. As we pulled in view of a grocery store, he told me that he was hungry and he’d like some cash to go and purchase a few chickens to cook. Glancing at my watch, I knew that this additional unplanned stop would cost precious time before the evening’s activity. I told him I’d be happy to run into the store and buy him what he wanted, since it’s a personal conviction of mine not to hand out cash. After buying the chickens, we were on the road again. We had gone about 8 miles (at which point I was questioning his definition of “not far”) and he told me he wanted to stop at a gas station to get a brill-o pad. At this point I was a little frustrated, because I could have purchased that at the grocery store. I asked him if he could walk to a convenience store after I dropped him off, but he told me that there were none within walking distance of his home. After stopping at two different gas stations, we still hadn’t found a brill-o pad. The third and final station we stopped at did have one, so we picked it up and were back on the way. We were now in the next town, approximately 15 miles from where I picked William up. He directed me into his apartment complex, but had tremendous difficulty remembering where he lived. We finally had to stop and ask several tenants if they knew where he lived before we got to the right place.
As I pulled away, I began to ask God what he was trying to teach me through this experience. I believe he showed me four truths about ministry:
1. Ministry is time-consuming. We have taken a page right out of the business world’s manual when we expect that ministry can be done in neatly-packaged 30-minute time slots. This is especially true in college ministry, where a student’s query, “Do you have 5 minutes?” actually means, “I’m going to need the next hour for you to help me through this.”
2. Ministry is costly. At well over $3.00 a gallon, driving a man a few miles was going to set me back. Drive 30 miles, make several stops, buy two chickens and a brill-o pad for a poor man and the wallet is definitely lighter. As a married man with kids, I’d prefer to pinch pennies. However, God has shown me that “my” money is really his money, and that it is to be used to minister to others. While I don’t spend money every time I’m with people, I’ve learned that some of my best ministry moments happen because I bought a college student a cup of coffee or a meal, or said yes to God when a need arose.
3. Ministry is inconvenient. Well-organized, Type A personalities like me can get flustered in a hurry when things don’t go the way we want them to. Jesus was often stopped numerous times on a mission to help someone else, as in the case where he was going to heal Jairus’ sick daughter (Mark 5). Allowing God to set our agendas may seem inconvenient to us, but it ensures that we will make ourselves available when the chance to do soul work presents itself.
4. Ministry is heart-breaking. When I realized this man wasn’t even sure where he lived, I hurt for him. In college ministry, we deal with the same confusion, except that it pertains to spiritual matters. Some of the students we will pour our time, energy, and money into will still walk in confusion and make poor choices. But so did Jesus’ disciples, and he was perfect. Allowing God to break our hearts helps us to remember that God is ultimately in control, not us, and moves us to pray for those who are confused and hurting.
I still struggle to remember these truths and put them into practice in my day-to-day ministry. However, God used this experience to shed light on my selfishness and man-centered goals I had created for my ministry. Let’s ask God to make us perceptive to teachable moments like this one, because these are the kinds of experiences that He uses to make us better ministers in the time-consuming, costly, inconvenient, and heart-breaking world of college ministry.
Allen Duty is Minister to Students at Living Hope Baptist Church in College Station.
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