Greek to Me

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Roughly, say, two or three years ago, my wife handed me a folded note. She explained that one of the women in our fellowship had had a vision or dream (I do not recall which) and felt the urgency to share what came out of the (shall we say) dream with me. The woman was adamant the message was indeed for me.

I unfolded the scrap of paper and this is what I read:

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I mentioned this post being of a supernatural nature. Here goes…

I instantly knew what these characters were. I’d taken enough Greek classes to know Greek letters when I saw them. I even knew what word these letters formed.

“Father”

The trouble was, I knew what it said…but I didn’t know what it meant.

Until today.

First, some background. Before I pastored in my community for seventeen beautiful, fulfilling, challenging, disappointing, blessed, and life-shaping years, I traveled the country for a decade as an inspirational speaker, specializing in local church revivals, school retreats, youth events and pro sports chaplaincies.

Do the math. That’s 27 years by my count.

However, there’s been a disheartening (at times) gap in my ministry life. I’ve been “available” for ministry for a total of 30 years. Again, some ciphering is due. There’ve been 27 years of active ministry but the past 3 years have been largely inactive.

Or so I figured.

Until that blessed day I was fumbling around in the (of all places) bill pile at my desk and came across the – you guessed it – folded slip of paper with the word “father” in perfect Greek letters written in ink by a carefully accurate hand.

Oh yes, the miracle. The woman who “saw” the characters and knew by spiritual instinct they were meant for me, had never studied Greek, didn’t know what Greek letters looked like, much less basic Greek vocabulary; and yet, there they were, in perfect script, the right order, and, as it turns out, a divine directive. To me.

Allow me to fill in a gap or two for you for further clarification. I mentioned three years of “inactive” ministry. Bite my tongue.

Nearly three years ago I was approached by a young man (an elderly teenager) at his aunt’s funeral I happened to be officiating. He asked if I might begin meeting with him to answer a lot of questions he had about faith, the Bible and spirituality. He and I met for several months, weekly, sometimes several times a week. Another young man was added several months later. Another one or two came – and went – but a few others soon joined. And stuck.

With all humility and unexplainable grace, I have come to recognize they look to me as a father of sorts, and I’ve begun to see them as sons in the faith. Oh sure, they have others who regularly speak into their lives and offer sound counsel, but what was “Greek to me” has become clear and revelatory.

In this anything-but-interim small handful of years, these twenty-somethings have become my ministry, my calling and passion. Nothing is coming before them. Doors are beginning to open again for pulpit ministry, but that is secondary to my just being available to these hungry young lions.

I’m a father, I’m supposed to be a father, and this is not anything close to inactive ministry. I’ve embraced it, embrace them, and rest in this calling. If all I have is my living room filled with 20-something young men for the rest of my life, answering their questions, digging into the scriptures together, living in community together, pursuing and experiencing eternal life together…I will joyfully, enthusiastically and relentlessly give myself to this service.

That’s what fathers do.

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9 thoughts on “Greek to Me

  1. Belinda says:

    This is a beautiful example of following God’s direction and reaping the reward.. Thanks for posting this portion of your saga.
    By the way, my husband is improving daily. He is outside on the riding mower as we speak. Each day his cognitive ability and speech show improvement. God is not finished with him yet.
    Your WHBC friend
    Belinda

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    • pasturescott says:

      I’m always grateful when you check in, Belinda! God’s been sweet to me through you these many years…I could never forget you!

      I rejoice with you for the healing story going on in your home! Praise our Rapha-Lord and His loving goodness to you and your husband!!!

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  2. Sidney Stansell says:

    Amen my great brother – “Father” – appropriate!

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  3. Kim Morrison says:

    As a mother of four 20-something young men, I appreciate your willingness to invest in your young lions. You’ll never know, until heaven, the impact on them, their families, their future families and other lives they touch. This culture, this world is such a confusing, difficult place even for strong, dedicated young men who desire to follow the Lord. Thanks for allowing Him to use you.

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    • pasturescott says:

      Thank you, Kim. Gotta say, your words choked me up more than a little. I’m blessed by your encouragement, your selfsame passion and ask for your continued prayers for our sweet community in the ATL!

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    • pasturescott says:

      Kim, I had to read that again: FOUR 20-something young men! God bless you and Dean! I love that! How faithful you, my fellow Weigles, are to His Kingdom!

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  4. pinwika says:

    I think of similar “coincidences” in my life in which God spoke so clearly to me, and it’s great to share them whenever people ask why God doesn’t reveal himself as he did in the Bible. This is a wonderful miracle.
    May God bless your ministry with the young men.

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