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We celebrated Rebekah's graduation from college yesterday. Hard to believe. Seems like just yesterday I held her in my arms for the first time and spoke her blessing, "you will be wise beyond your years and peaceful in all circumstances." |
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We celebrated Rebekah's graduation from college yesterday. Hard to believe. Seems like just yesterday I held her in my arms for the first time and spoke her blessing, "you will be wise beyond your years and peaceful in all circumstances." |
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Caleb and I drove to the Summer League State Championship meet today listening to Rich Mullins. It’s hard to believe it’s been twenty years since I first discovered I could connect with Jesus inside Mullins’music. A lot has happened in between, including the young man riding next to me.
The scene got me thinking about the spiritual influences I’ve had in my journey – those that most encouraged me to want to know God. Which got me thinking some more about the men I would consider mentors, those that truly invited me to walk with God. I realized these are mostly men I’ve never met. In fact, they’re mostly dead. Lewis, Chambers and Mullins make the short list.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to know God without static. This season of rest in which I am making every effort to unplug from all things plastic is pulling me back to that place where I see God best.
I see God best when men are not in the way. Maybe it’s because I’m not that tall. Whatever the reason, I have observed that many men who hold themselves out as Christian mentors tend to distract me from Jesus. I keep tripping over the posturing and puffery that seems to run alongside the communities which attract such chatter.
So what is it that makes for a godly mentor? What should we look for and what should we hope to offer?
Humility.
Not the kind of humility that prefaces boasting with a disclaimer. But true humility.
The kind that deflects glory to God and makes Him big in your eyes. The kind of humility that pretense cannot endure. The kind that bleeds through Mullins’ music and Chambers’ lectures and Lewis’ writings. The kind you just don’t find much of anymore – but when you do, you see Jesus.
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