By David Ryser
Nothing
is more dangerous than blind people who are certain they see clearly. (Fil Anderson)
It's an instructive tale/tail with a "fitting" ending.
Once upon a time, there was a
pastor of a small church who had big dreams.
He ministered in a church made up of good people who loved Jesus and did
their best to honor Him. They genuinely cared for one another and actively
served in the church. They listened
attentively to the pastor’s sermons and sought to apply these lessons to their lives.
And the little church began to
grow. But the pastor wanted more.
The pastor wanted a big
church. He wanted a big ministry. Most of all, he wanted to be on
television. In short, he wanted to be
noticed.
Because he had been ignored and
passed over for most of his life.
So this pastor decided that if his
small church was ever going to become a big church…and if his ministry was ever
going to be a successful and influential ministry…both the church and his
ministry needed to operate as if both were big and successful.
And if he was ever to be on
television, he needed to look good.
So the pastor began to dress in
expensive clothes. After all, clothes
make the man…or so they say. Over time,
the pastor’s clothes became the centerpiece of his ministry. They gave him confidence. Confidence bred charisma. The pastor’s charisma drew more people to the
church.
But it still wasn’t enough for the
pastor.
Then one day a tailor came to the
church. After attending a few Sunday
morning services, the tailor introduced himself to the pastor. After complimenting the pastor’s clothing,
the tailor offered to make a special suit of clothes for the pastor. This suit would be a special suit. A prophetically-made suit. This spiritual suit would be the most beautiful
suit the pastor had ever seen. Because
it was a spiritual suit, only those who were spiritual would be able to see it.
The tailor promised that the suit
would be ready to wear on Pentecost Sunday.
And since Pentecost Sunday is a celebration of the Church’s birth, the
pastor’s new suit would be known as his Birthday Suit.
The pastor was so excited!
The tailor was soon put on the
pastoral staff of the church and given an office. The office contained a desk, a chair, a work
area with a mannequin on which would hang the Birthday Suit while it was being
made, and a bookcase containing new and expensive…and unread…Bibles and
theological books.
The pastor would visit the tailor
every day to check on the progress of the Birthday Suit. The tailor would point to the mannequin (Also
called a tailor’s dummy…ironic, don’t you think?) and describe the beautiful
Birthday Suit hanging on it. The pastor
could not see the suit…for none existed…but his insecurity over being thought
unspiritual caused him to gush and fawn over the suit as though he saw it
clearly.
And then the big day arrived.
As the pastor walked onto the
platform wearing his Birthday Suit, the congregation gasped. They had been told of the suit and eagerly
anticipated seeing it. But this was not
exactly what they had expected. The suit
was beautiful! And very special…since
only those who were spiritual could see it.
And the pastor’s Birthday Suit
certainly added some jiggle to his wiggle as he began to minister that morning.
But in the middle of his sermon, a
small child spoke up and said, “The pastor isn’t wearing any clothes!” The people looked at the child, and then at
the pastor, looked again at the child, and back at the pastor.
Then they began to laugh.
“Silly child,” they said. “The pastor’s clothes are beautiful! You just can’t see them because you are too
young.” Other children insisted that the
pastor was naked, but were also disregarded because of their immaturity. Those adults with childlike hearts joined in
saying that the pastor was unclothed, but they were ridiculed as unspiritual
and rebellious.
Eventually the contention over the
pastor’s Birthday Suit grew to the point where it needed to be dealt with. So the children and those adults who were childlike in
heart were asked to leave the church.
Those who remained in the church,
clamored for the tailor to make Birthday Suits for them as well. So he did…beginning with the church
elders. The people marveled at how each
Birthday Suit was unique in appearance.
In truth, some of the Birthday
Suits looked like they could use a good ironing.
Over time, the tailor made a
Birthday Suit for each member of the congregation. He went on to author a best-selling book
entitled The Tailor-Driven Church. His renown in the Church world increased
along with his financial portfolio. The
people in the congregation wore their Birthday Suits to church…with pride…each
Sunday.
And the pastor?
Well, the church became small again. Attendance decreased quite a bit
when the children and the childlike in heart left. The pastor never did get his television
ministry. Something about an FCC
rule against wearing your Birthday Suit on broadcast television….
And until the day the church died,
the members of the congregation couldn’t understand why no one wanted to join
them.
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