Reality check. I bought into something that very few will ever reach. I told myself this is who I will be. I was meant to be a megachurch pastor. Problem. There are about 400,000 churches in America and about 1300 megachurches.
.325 Remember that number. That’s the percentage of churches in this country that are megachurches. (Based on some rough numbers. There’s probably a more accurate one somewhere.) A conference leader frankly stated from the stage concerning megachurches, “This is ministry pornography. Most of you will never have what you see.” That statement rang true.
Do I want to reach as many people as possible? YES! But God has caged that pit bull of finding my worth in attendance numbers. I fed that dog for a long time. Having lunch with a senior pastor friend last week I observed his freedom from what I see now as idol chasing. He just tunes out of all the hype and focuses on what’s in front of him. I realized while hanging out with him that I’d been tossing my starving, caged pit bull pieces of meat. No more. I unsubscribed from some more blogs. I made a decision that was hard. I would rather have my head in the sand at some level to innovation in the church at large (my equivalent of a crack addiction) than feed that beast anymore. God caged it for a reason. Now I know. I have to act. Tomorrow I’ll share how my desires have been changing.