Will You Finish Well? (Part 2) by Maxie Dunnam
In my last article, I took the long way around to getting to where I really want to be in my sharing with you. Often the Holy Spirit speaks to us in some very personal way to lift us out of discouragement – but not only so, calls us to make an on-course adjustment in our pattern of life and ministry.
I don’t know who Thomas Fuller is, but I owe him an enthusiastic expression of gratitude. He provided a warning that has become a kind of motto for me. I came upon it about eight months before I accepted the presidency of Asbury Seminary. Here is his word: “Let not thy will roar, when thy power can but whisper.”
Let that register solidly in your mind: “Let not thy will roar when thy power can but whisper.” I discovered that statement in my devotional reading in May of 1993. Putting a date on it has meaning. With that in mind, let me share a confession that will put it in perspective and signify why that admonition is so meaningful to me.
From Poverty to Perfectionism
I grew up in rather severe poverty in Perry County, Mississippi. My mother and father did not go to high school. I felt myself culturally, socially, and intellectually, as well as emotionally, deprived. In reaction to that I developed an almost sick determination to achieve. To get out of that situation, to be a success. So I’ve spent a great part of my life driving myself unmercifully. The game I have played through the years is this: “See here, I am worthy of your love and acceptance.”
Throughout my life, until a few years ago, I had a recurring dream. I’m sure some of you can identify with this. The recurring dream expressed itself in different ways, but always there was the same dynamic. The setting was that I had to be somewhere to preach. It all centered in my deep feelings of inferiority, my inadequacy, and my drive to be an excellent preacher. So in my dream I would need to be somewhere to preach.
Sometimes I would be at home; the service of worship was to begin in ten minutes and I would be struggling to button the collar of my shirt, unable to do so, knowing that I was running out of time. Or, I wouldn’t be able to tie my tie. Or I might discover that the cleaner had mixed up my clothing and I would put on a pair of pants and find the coat didn’t match. Or even discover that the pants might be three or four inches too short. Or that I couldn’t button them around my waist – things that would be preventing me from getting to the church in time to preach.
The dream expressed itself in all sorts of ways which demonstrated my struggle, my fighting, the pressure and the stress, the drivenness of my life – all circling around my own feelings of inadequacy and unpreparedness, as well as the limitations of my past – yet with the drive for perfection.
Interpreting Anxiety Dreams in Ministry and Leadership
Well, I had not had that dream for a long, long time; in fact, for many years. But it happened again on Tuesday night, July 27th, 1993. I recorded that date in my journal. I felt as though the dream went on all night long. When I woke at five o’clock in the morning, I was in a sweat and I was worn out. There was no logic to the dream and the sequence made no sense. Again, it was the same old thing. I had to preach at a great convention attended by a lot of people. I had not had time to make the kind of preparation I’m committed to making; I was just too busy. I kept saying to myself, “Well, undoubtedly, I’ll get some time and I can put something together.” But time was not given and the evening for my speaking came. I threw some sermon manuscripts into a file. Now listen to this. I believe that different things in our dreams have special meaning. I put the sermons into the kind of file my wife uses for domestic work – an accordion-type file, usually brown, with ten or twelve compartments. The lesson? I need to be more dependent upon Jerry. We need to accept the care of those who love us and admit our need for that care.
I put all the sermons and notes in that file, jumped into my car, and headed for the convention hall. I got there 15 minutes before it was time to preach and I knew I had to be by myself and get some notes ready for my speaking. I went into the first door that was available and found myself in a kind of canteen. There were chairs and tables and a counter. I sat down at a table and I began to go through the file and find something I could use that night.
I suddenly became aware that there were three women seated at a table in the room. I don’t know where they came from, but there they were. One of them brought me a glass of milk. It was a beautiful gesture. The lesson? Life is not a competitive battle. We’re all gifted. We don’t have to constantly prove ourselves. We can’t live independently; we need each other.
Then I became aware that there were four men sitting at a table over in a corner of the room. One of them looked at me, recognized me, came over immediately, and introduced himself as a minister. He told me he had been reading all of my books and using them in his church and how much he appreciated my ministry. Instead of saying to him, “Look, why don’t we have some time together after the service tonight?” I was very rude. I cut him off with some angry words about being interrupted. The lesson: we can become so frazzled that we cannot perceive opportunities to give and receive love, so involved that we can’t discern priority issues.
In desperation, I returned to my effort to find something to say. Then it was time – time to go on. I grabbed some notes and started to leave the room and go to the podium. I had on a freshly starched white shirt and my best suit – so I thought. The truth was I had on my coat, but I looked down and discovered I was wearing the pants of a jogging suit. The dream ended.
Spiritual Surrender: Let Not Thy Will Roar When Thy Power Can But Whisper
I went to my study for my morning time of prayer after that dream, having received a message from God, a message to surrender, to let go. In retrospect, I knew why I had had that dream. I was the Chair of the Committee on Evangelism for the World Methodist Council, and I was supposed to leave that coming Sunday to visit our congregations in the Czech Republic, to speak at a conference in Estonia, and to visit a congregation in Russia. I was also chairing the Board of Trustees and the search committee to find a new president for Asbury Theological Seminary. That process was just getting underway and was a huge responsibility. I was working on a book manuscript which had a deadline four weeks later. A lot of things were going on in the life of our church, Christ United Methodist in Memphis. We were growing and expanding in so many ways, adding new staff and planning a building expansion. The opportunities for ministry were almost overwhelming. On top of all that, my mother had had a stroke the Sunday afternoon preceding the dream.
So God was speaking to me again, and on that Wednesday morning I renewed my commitment to the Lord. The word from Thomas Fuller, which I had underscored in a book I had been using in my devotional time, and which had been God’s word for me, came alive. If it didn’t hint at irreverence, I would say, “The word became flesh.” “Let not your will roar, when thy power can but whisper.”
I yielded to him, I let go and I let God. I canceled my trip to Russia. I said to the Lord that I was going to do my best and be a responsible chairperson for the search committee at Asbury, but I was not going to get all stressed out about it. Some folks may be wondering about all that, since I became the president. That’s another story altogether. I accepted the fact that it would not be catastrophic if I missed my book deadline and I committed my mother to the Lord. I would continue to be the best leader I could for my congregation, but I was not going to carry the weight of it on my shoulders. God doesn’t intend that for any one of us.
So I surrendered. I realized again how limited I am and how dependent I am upon the Lord; how yielded I must be to Him if His power is going to be perfected in my weakness. The line that I had marked in my devotional reading a few days before had been made powerfully alive by my dream; “Let not your will roar when your power can but whisper.”
Finding Strength in Weakness: Lessons for Christian Leaders
Now here’s the kicker. A year after that dream, I became the President of Asbury Theological Seminary. I accepted that call kicking and screaming, because I became convinced that it was God’s will for this particular season of my life.
How many times during my first years at Asbury did I recall that dream – and that word of the Lord from Thomas Fuller, which was connected with that dream: “Let not your will roar when your power can but whisper.”
Dreams sometimes lead where you had not intended to go. Where do you need to surrender? Where might your power yield to the Holy Spirit’s roar?
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