My First Church…(Part 3)

PineMountainClubMtPinosCam_031802_813am I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic lately as I’ve found a number of facebook friends from my first church, Pine Mountain Christian Community Church.  So, I thought that it might be fun to reminisce a little bit about how God brought me to PMC Church and some of the lessons I learned there.  This is the third in a series of posts on “My First Church“.

In the Spring of 2004 I walked into Pastor Ray’s office and confessed to him that God had convicted me of a serious sin that I needed to talk to him about.  I had been translating through the book of 1 Peter, when I came across a verse that hit me like a ton of bricks.  1 Peter 3:7 says, “Husbands, live with your wives in an understanding way, showing honor to the woman as the weaker vessel.”  In my study of 1 Peter, I had come to realize that I was not living out this verse.

While PMC is a beautiful place to live, it is also a very expensive place to live.  When we moved to PMC we knew that the church couldn’t afford to pay us enough to actually live there, so we had already decided that Amy would have to work in order for us to be in ministry there.  PMC is known as the “nearby, far away place” which is true enough.  The problem that we ran into was that PMC is over an hour away from the only place that Amy could find a teaching job, which meant two hours on the road for her every day.  The longer we lived in PMC, the more I saw the road take it’s toll on my dear wife, yet in my zeal for ministry I had blinded myself to 1 Peter 3:7 and my need to live with her in an understanding way.  I clearly understood that the commute was simply too much for Amy, yet I wanted to stay.  I also understood that we didn’t have any friends our age (as most of the population is retired) and that she was very lonely, yet I wanted to stay.  I also understood that we were putting off having children longer and longer as I made my way through seminary at a snails place, but I wanted to stay.  The point is that I fully understood that life in PMC, through no fault of the church, was terribly hard on my wife and on our family, yet I had ignored all of what I knew, because I wanted to stay.

ufiles776 Through all of this, Amy never complained or even asked me to consider leaving.  She simply toughed out the drive and helped support our family, but as I read 1 Peter 3:7 I was convicted that as the head of our household I needed to honor this passage by honoring my wife and living with her in an understanding way.

This decision meant some pretty radical changes for us.  After talking to Ray I put my house on the market, we began looking for an apartment in Bakersfield, and I started taking a lot more classes at seminary in order to finish as quickly as possible. 

As I reflect back on this time, I am struck by one significant fact: All of these changes were the direct result of God convicting my heart with one passage of Scripture.  With just 9 words God completely changed the direction of my life and threw out all of my self-made plans.  I guess the point is that when we allow God’s Word to speak into our lives with full authority it is radically powerful.  It is powerful enough to mend what we have broken and it is powerful enough to break our stubborn, prideful hearts.

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August 17 2009 04:00 am | My First Church

One Response to “My First Church…(Part 3)”

  1. Heidi on 18 Aug 2009 at 9:32 pm #

    when we allow God’s Word to speak into our lives with full authority it is radically powerful. It is powerful enough to mend what we have broken and it is powerful enough to break our stubborn, prideful hearts.

    Amen. Oh, Lord, please help me to allow your word to speak to me this way and to mend me and to break me where needed…remove pride!!! Thanks, Drew!