Josh Hall is the pastor of Selmore Baptist Church in Ozark, MO.
I always said I wanted to be a church planter someday. Even before church planting became “cool,” I always thought it would be a great adventure to start a new church from scratch, particularly in an under-reached area. I distinctly remember attending a conference where a bi-vocational church planter spoke, and being moved to tears by his story of walking by faith and seeing God do amazing things. I thought, “I want to try that before my ministry is done.” But then reality set in. I was the pastor of a 100 year-old church. I had been there for several years. The church was growing, it provided a good living for us, and our entire family loved the church and the community. We were firmly entrenched, and we were happy! The idea of planting a church seemed little more than a dream.
Still, as time went by, I would occasionally raise the subject with a friend or colleague. When our church began a missions partnership with an association in suburban Chicago, my heart broke for the communities of 100,000+ people who had few evangelical churches to attend. (And in some cases, none!) I would often ask myself the question, “How can I spend my life ministering in an area that has a church on every corner, when there are so many people in need of the gospel just a few hours away?”
Then came the day I got the text. One of the friends I had visited with in the past (a missions pastor of a large church) asked if I would consider planting a church in a particular metro area. At first, I was closed to the idea. But then I agreed to hear him out. To make a long story short, after much thought and prayer, we agreed to take the plunge and move to that city to plant a church. While I could go into much more detail on that part of it, let it suffice to say it was a gut-wrenching decision. One night I broke down and sobbed uncontrollably, and the tears just wouldn’t stop. In the days before we told the church, I was literally physically ill, even going to urgent care at one point with what I feared were signs of a heart attack. (It turned out I was carrying stress/tension in my shoulder/chest muscles, which was simulating heart pain.) We had been at our church for ten years and had lived in southwest Missouri our entire life. We were leaving behind family, friends, and everything that was familiar to us. In retrospect, perhaps the decision should not have been that hard. But, as they say, hindsight is 20/20.
Our church was very gracious when we told them the news. In fact, they could not have been more wonderful. Not only did they give us a very generous severance package, but 20-30 of them showed up to help us load our moving truck, and two of the church members actually drove the moving truck to our new city for us! On our final Sunday at the church, they recognized us with a plaque and a meal, and laid hands on us in prayer. Many tears were shed that day, and many hugs were shared. Never has there been a pastor any more loved. That is what we left behind when we decided to plant a church.
At this point, I could probably write a novel on all that happened once we got there. (And perhaps I will one day.) But to make a long story short, I don’t know that it was ever quite “right.” Don’t get me wrong, we had a very good experience. We came to love our city and our neighbors. It was good for us to learn that we could move to an area outside our home region and be okay. It taught us faith and reliance on God. And I have no doubt that we grew spiritually very much during that season. But, at the same time, I came to realize I didn’t have the passion for my work that I should.
Almost from the very beginning, I found myself saying, “I wish we could fast-forward to the point where I have a church to pastor!” I wasn’t enjoying the process of building a church from the ground up. In fact, I was suffering somewhat from an identity crisis. I felt like a shepherd with no sheep. I was doing some supply preaching, but it wasn’t the same as teaching the same group of people week after week. I was a square peg in a round hole. We worked very hard at getting out and meeting people, and trying different approaches to get something going, and nothing ever really clicked. We tried meeting in our home. We tried meeting at the park. We tried meeting in Pizza Hut. We finally had a series of worship services in a fire station that were seeded with members of a nearby church. Occasionally, we would see signs of progress – perhaps a visiting family or two – but nothing lasting or substantial.
After several months, we decided the time had come for a change. It was time to transition back into pastoral ministry. The lack of tangible “success” in our efforts certainly played into our decision, but it actually wasn’t the primary motivation. Our main reason for making the change was that I came to understand that my God-given passion and giftings are in shepherding the established church. For all the frustrations that typically come with pastoring an older congregation (bureaucracy, tradition, etc.) I found myself missing the established church. I knew it was time to get back to doing what I was truly called to do, and there was no sense in wasting any more time or resources to figure it out.
Shortly after I made it known that I was looking to transition back into pastoral ministry, our former church in Missouri contacted me to ask if I would prayerfully consider returning to serve as their senior pastor. (During the months we were away, God had not led the church to call a new pastor, so the position was still open.) Initially, I was hesitant. But again, after much thought and prayer, I accepted their invitation to come in view of a call, and the church welcomed us back with open arms. I will always remember one of our senior deacons calling me during that time of seeking God’s will and saying, “Come home.” And we are glad we did. We love our church, and have been back nearly two years for our “second term.”
In telling this story, please don’t hear me say it was a mistake for us to try church planting. I don’t know that to be true. What I do know is that we were following God’s will to the best of our understanding and ability at the time we made the decision. And while I am still sorting out everything that took place during that period of our life, I am convinced that time will reveal God’s purposes for our season as church planters – not only for us, but for the people we impacted in our planting city, and for our church in Missouri.
My main purpose in sharing this story is to be an encouragement to those pastors like me who are serving in established/traditional settings, and considering the possibility of church planting. If I could communicate only one thing to you, it would be this, “Pastoring the established church and planting a new church are not the same thing.” My advice to you would be to pray long and hard before making this transition. If you have any doubt, talk to your spiritual mentors, and let them speak into your life.
Finally, if you have a passion for church planting, but don’t believe it is your calling/gifting to plant a new church from scratch, you do have at least a couple options: 1) One option may be to replant an existing congregation. Don’t overlook this possibility. Replanting is growing in acceptance, and is excellent stewardship of God’s resources. 2) If you’re like me, you may come to the conclusion that the greatest contribution you can make to planting new churches is to lead your established congregation to support and resource new church plants. There is no shame in this, and many more churches need to step up to the plate in this area.
Please feel free to contact me by email or social media if I can be of further encouragement/support to you in this area. Blessings.
I’ve considered the allure of church planting – starting a church in which you’d have to deal with NO baggage of tradition.
I think I’d fail miserably!
One of my good friends is a church planter and has now (so far) been successful in merging his church with another.
He said the allure of no baggage is a myth, as I’m sure you know–a lot of the people who came to his church were people who had been dissatisfied with other churches and dropped out for a time. And each carries a bag or twelve.
I hope you are able to incorporate the excitement of trying to reach a new community into your continuing work as an established church pastor. It’s amazing how white the fields are for harvest and often we “think inwards” in our churches instead of reaching outwards.
It’s been a few years, but we got to hear the story of a fellow MK who went with the board to Venezuela and how he went about identifying people groups to reach out to that had natural cohesion and shared interests. They’re not how WE would think of language-centric groups. One group he mentioned were in the medical profession (doctors, nurses, etc.) Another was in a lower-income section of the city where they were working. As a missionary he focused on identifying the most curious learners and the natural leaders and helped provide them with materials and support for leading a learner-oriented (and young disciple led) Bible study just to learn about the Bible itself. He had a lot of success in this approach of finding groups of people who were already a group and already seekers or willing to become seekers.
That is not in any way a criticism of your approach, by the way. The mere fact that you took the risk ought to be essentially life changing and hopefully you come to find that it is. I encourage you to continue to look for ways to apply the lessons you learned and to teach others on essential techniques for establishing groups both small and hopefully eventually large.
Greg, our church in Missouri is now a supporting church for a new work in the metro area where we attempted to plant a church. There was definitely pain involved in our attempt, for ourselves and others. But there have been many positive things as well. God is good… As for a philosophy of church planting, I have heard it said God did not command us to go make churches, but to go make disciples. We then gather/organize those new disciples into churches. I’m afraid we too often get this backward in SBC life.
Great story.
Everyone’s “calling” is different – in both pulpit and pew. Not every preacher is a teacher … not every preacher is a pastor … not every preacher is an evangelist … not every preacher is a church planter. Even the pastor/teacher office, itself, appears to be a rare and endangered species these days. I’ve found that some of the best Bible preachers in the Body of Christ are laymen. Whose job is the ministry? All believers have a part. Some plant, some water, and some harvest is a truth that has not changed in all these centuries.
“I’ve found that some of the best Bible preachers in the Body of Christ are laymen.”
I meant to say “teachers”, not “preachers.”
I once attended a church whose pastor was a tremendous evangelist. Countless souls were add to the Kingdom during his ministry. Some folks complained that he wasn’t “teaching” them much, even though he was “reaching” them. It takes the whole Body, operating together with their individual gifts, to do church as we ought.