There’s a nearly peerless story about Francis of Assisi (wow, I wish I could find the reference for this–let me know if you do) where he happens, unrecognized upon a group of villagers who are disparaging Francis. He joins in with them, heaping criticisms on Francis (that is, himself) that the villagers hadn’t even imagined. When they ask his identity, he answers, “I’m Francis.”
My intent is not to champion self-flagellation or that annoying kind of false modesty that ejaculates reflexively out of the speech of the earnest. And we will readily want to acknowledge the Scripture’s recurring mention of reputation, including God’s own.
The question, however, when it comes to Christians practicing the Work of Mercy of reigning is: reputation for what?
Four words sound the death knell for Christian ministry: “If this gets out…” That is, when we guard our reputation ostensibly “for the sake of the ministry,” or so as to not disillusion others, or in order not to distract from the good work we are doing, or to make it so that others don’t fall, etc. etc., the only thing we are really protecting is ourselves. We are exalting our reputation over God’s. And that never sits well with him.
Leaders should strive for holiness above anything else (organizational growth and “brand” included), says Trevin Wax in a piece with which I wholeheartedly concur (and for which I would happily wait for you to click through and read before you come back and finish up with me here). But remember–really remember, and practice, and do this word–that striving for holiness means being more and more transparent, with a heart ever more easily moved to confess sin to God and man.
And I am commending here something more than a sole “accountability partner” with whom you share your darkest thoughts even as you publicly come across as pretty much sinless (or worse, generically sinful, i.e., “Sure I sin–we all do–from time to time–praise God for his grace–etc. etc.”). When Paul said he was the worst of sinners, he backed up the claim: I persecuted the church of God, he said.
I think we need more leaders (or, in our Work of Mercy language this month, Christians in training to reign) who are specific sinners rather than generic ones. That’s the meaning of the St. Francis story: Protecting his reputation from himself, he remained a sinner saved by grace, pressing on toward the goal, more afraid of what would happen if he hid his faults than if he exposed them.
It’s still my favorite part of the Whole Life Offering book I wrote (well, other than the dedication page to Mrs. Foley)–the quote from Fredrick Buechner’s incomparable book, Godric, “the life of Godric of Finchale, a twelfth-century English holy man whose projects late in life included that of purifying his moral ambition of pride.” Buechner pictures Godric narrating his autobiography to Reginald thusly:
“There’s much you’re better not to know,” I say, “but know you this. Know Godric’s no true hermit but a gadabout within his mind, a lecher in his dreams. Self-seeking he is and peacock proud. A hypocrite. A ravener of alms and dainty too. A slothful, greedy bear. Not worthy to be called a servant of the Lord when he treats such servants as he has himself like dung, like Reginald. All this and worse than this go say of Godric in your book.”
Poor Reginald’s tears run trickling down his cheeks like tallow. He asks for sweet, and bitter’s all he has from me. Have I no honeyed crumb to take the taste away?
“Well, but say this also if you like,” I say. “Say yes, it’s true that Mary came. She came though who knows why. Clad all in skyblue mantling with the crown of Heaven on her head. She smiled at me.”
And then I raised up on one elbow in the straw and sang:
Saint, Mary, virgin dame,
Mother of Jesu Christ, of God his Lamb,
Take, shield, and do thy Godric bring
To thee where Christ is King.
As I was reading this this A.M. I thougt, “You shall be holy, for I am holy.” (1 Peter 1:15-16) But I didn’t have time to look up the address, so I liked it on faith-book and went out to excercise. I nagged mom about missing today’s mail for sister Eva’s letters, “as though you yourself were suffering” (Heb. 13:3) (I need help with getting the proper stamps, etc.) Then I put on my mittens, heavy jacket, helmet (praising God for such comforts) and rode my trike down to the mailbox. (We live in the boonies) After I became a Christian (I couldn’t walk yet) I would listen to Max McLean read James-Jude every day while I exercised. For years I listened to James-Jude every A.M. I praise God for that initial grounding in His Word, and I ask you and Mrs. Foley to praise God with me that now I ride a trike! I pray for you guys every day XOXOXO
Ride on, JT! Ride on!
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