Jason's Story
I became a Christian aged 17, after never being in a church, with a dramatic conversion experience. I visited a local church that was helping my mother after my father had walked out, and I had two brothers, one aged 15 the other, 1 year old.It was my first experience of a place full of worship, life, and talk about relationship with Jesus. Given that the violence and abuse in my home, when the youth pastor told me becoming a Christian might make life more difficult, he gave me a hard sell.

But I was invited into a life meaning, adventure and purpose, with something to live for and something to die for. I gave my life to Jesus on the spot, when I heard that.Then I knew everything had to change, that my life was His, and my future plans were now His to direct.

I ended up working for a bank, then doing a theology degree, then working as an investment broker in London whilst helping plant churches, and started my family during this time, having met my wife at seminary.

Carl was a huge part of my story. I wouldn't have planted a church if it wasn't for one particular meeting in Brighton, that he was involved in, that allowed me to step out within my denomination.
Then in the midst of planting, I had a full nervous breakdown in 1999, overwork, my drug of choice, instead of my parent and siblings use of alcohol.
Very few people were there during that time outside my church, finding mental health hard to get involved with.

But Carl was, I remember his phone call to me, and the relief in knowing someone had been through something similar, and he helped me find hope and connection to Jesus.  So several years later, I'm still in ministry, still trying to keep it real, as I know lecture and teach at seminaries, and have found that Jesus had an academic as well as church planting journey for me.

Jason Clark

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Jan092009

The Three Rs

The Three Rs

No, not those three Rs---Reading, 'Riting and 'Rymetic, but rather Reflection, Refocus and Recommit.

I have always loved the New Year; it always has made me feel like I get a fresh new start, which I seem to always need. It reminds me that I’m not a quitter and that I never give up.  That as long as I have breath, there is always hope.

At this time of the year I spend some time reflecting on the past year. How did it go over all? Am I in a better place today than I was at the beginning of last year? Have I grown? What have I learned? What can I take and build on from the previous year that will help me going forward.

These are all good things to think about and ponder. It’s important to stop and evaluate where you are in relationship to where you desire to go. It only makes sense since we are all on a journey, and most of us hope to achieve or grow in various areas. Most of us want to grow and change and do better. The motivators behind those things can be varied, but in the end, they all seem to be worthy of our focus and attention.

The second thing I do is set some goals. I create a list of things I am trying to do and get done. I have some leftovers from last year, so I start with them. Did I make any progress at all? If so, where am I  in the process and what do I need to do to complete these things this year? I simply list them along with a timetable; I list the things I will need to do to accomplish these things and then move forward.  I know that goal setting can be much more sophisticated than this, but I’m a K.I.S.S. person:  Keep It Simple Stupid. I don’t need more complexities in my life; less is more in my book. I think sometimes people get so caught up in the process of setting goals that when they have finished with that task, they feel like they have actually accomplished something. Well, I guess they have, but not much more than having written a plan. It’s the stuff in that plan that is important, not how complicated or pretty the plan is.

When I planted a church in Santa Maria, CA. in February of 1984, it was during the time in the Vineyard Movement when everyone was doing the 5-year plans. Guys were filling notebooks two inches thick with all their goals and plans. My first year plan didn’t take a half a page. My plan for Santa Maria Vineyard was simple---gather people, build, relationships, transfer values.  That was it, baby!  Now I did put a little meat to it by answering the 5 W’s and H, but there was no sense in cutting down another tree so I could fill a notebook and impress my friends.

The last R for me is Recommit. I spend time listing the things I need to continue with and the new things I want to go after this year. For instance, I am and have been a non-recovering diabetic for some time now, and with the exception of my meds, have pretty much lived in denial these past several years.  In December, with some serious help from friends, I began to prepare a plan for the new year.  The plan includes the things that a person with my disease needs to be doing.  I have recommitted myself to the task at hand, changing the way I live my life. It’s a big one, but it’s one that has consequences that are catastrophic if ignored. Why didn’t I do this earlier? The easy answer is I am an idiot.   Up until now, I was unable to get past the immediate to think seriously about the long term.

Recommitting is a good thing; it means you are still in the game, and you haven’t given up. It also means you have failed in your previous commitments as well, but don’t waste any energy on that as it gets you nowhere. Be proud of yourself for recognizing the need to re commit and the willingness to do it.

These are not the traditional 3 Rs but they will serve you well just the same.

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awesome

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