I have the distinction of being the first full-time pastor for worship and music at two large churches. Both were overdue for this position—Berean because of its quick growth in less than 25 years; College Church because of its long history of outstanding music ministry.
A friend of mine in another region of the country was courted
for the College Church position. It seemed a perfect match on all sides. But
when it came down to standing as the candidate, George felt it was not right to
do so. He demurred, and he passed along my name.
The search committee already had a lead on a guy in the
Chicago area. Who just happened to be in a study cohort with me. Both he and
the search committee felt that this was not going to be a good match. As Dave
left the process, he suggested that they get in touch with me.
Now the search committee was curious. How was it that two
people, who did not know each other, and
lived in different regions of the country, with no prior contact with College
Church, would recommend the same unknown person from yet a third region?
Every position I have held since college, has come to me
through—because of—someone I know recommending me. My first full-time job, my
post-grad school “day job,” was offered to me by the guy who sang next to me in
the church choir. Henri was also the music committee chair, and arranged for me
to work part-time as the assistant to our minister of music. A friend in an influential publishing company recommended me to Berean.
Two friends who would have been quite happy (and successful) at College Church,
recommended me instead. This trajectory continues right to the present, with my
academic work. But that ‘s a story for another time.
“It’s not what you know, it’s who you know.” That
rankles, doesn’t it? There are many who could have done better than I, wherever
I have been. I haven’t deserved the positions I’ve had. When I pursued
something “on my own,” it was a near disaster. The lesson for me has been to be
faithful to what God has given me to do; do the work of networking and job
hunting when necessary; and then just be surprised at what God is going to do
anyway.
Your results may vary. But this is my story, and it is a
story of grace.
Thirty years ago
this month, I became a pastoral musician. I’m still trying to sort out all that
means, and I’m still eager to fulfill that vocation, in whatever form it takes.
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