Called To Plant

Called To Plant

By Vince Daniel, Director of National Missions

It was a Tuesday. I had been fighting the call to preach for nearly a year. I moved states. I blamed my wife. I couldn’t keep a job. I was running, and it was obvious to everyone but me. But that night, that Tuesday night, in Mountain Home, Arkansas, God spoke so clearly through an evangelist. He had just marched around the entire church. He was stomping and wiping sweat from his face and the pages of his Bible. Then he stopped right at the pew I was sitting at, looked at me, and asked a question I didn’t have a real answer to: “Why aren’t you preaching?”

And everything changed. I fell to the floor in repentance to God for running, and at the end of the night I stood and proclaimed, “If God wants me to preach, I will preach!” Within two days, I received my first call to fill in at a church about an hour from our home. Within six weeks I was a full-time pastor at a church in Melbourne, Arkansas, where my ministry started.

I know this article is titled “Called to Plant,” but I need to assure you that I know what it means to be called, to have something speak so deeply to your soul that there is nothing else you can imagine doing.

It was eight years after that initial call that I felt it again. My family and I were in an established church that was growing and doing well. We had been the pastor for three years, and God had done some amazing things while we were there. But I was struggling, not with my ministry or my marriage. Both were thriving! I was struggling with an ache in my heart for an area that was dear to me. We had driven through north-central Arkansas a few weeks earlier, and God, as only he can do, broke my heart. I couldn’t sleep or find peace. As a result, we resigned from the church. It didn’t make sense to those that knew us. In fact, it didn’t make sense to us. We had resources, facilities, people, and opportunities. But God called, and we had to listen. In the next year, we learned a lot in regard to planting a church (I am not being completely honest. We didn’t know a thing!). With $1200, a used soundboard, and borrowed chairs from every church that would send any, we opened Real Life Church.

I knew God had called us, but I wasn’t sure of what all He had placed in us to complete the task. That may be where some of you are right now. You sense that God is moving in a radical way in your heart to plant or do something different, but your just not sure. I want to lay out what we call some non-negotiables in church planting. After each one will be some definers for each attribute.

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Transitions - Time at Home

Transitions – Part 2 (Time at ‘Home’)

by Nicole Yeomans, General Baptist Missionary to the Philippines and Niger

Transitions - Time at HomeThe girls and I are “home”. Saying the word “home” feels a bit different now, but regardless, we are happy to be back among friends and family that we’ve missed over the last 18 months. Our trip home was not without stress and adventure. I will spare you all the details of our packing episode, but you can fill in the gaps by knowing these few details: I was still trying to reduce the number of bags we had just minutes before leaving for the airport, we were late and I did not have all my logistical ducks in a row, which was glaringly obvious when I found out we had put the extra baggage allowance on Kris’s ticket rather than ours, and rather than the expected 6 bags I thought we would be bringing, we ended up with 2. I had no idea what was in the 2 bags. They were the first on the belts. Thankfully we made it home with several pieces of clothing. Kris, however, was left with a mess of going thru the extra 4 bags, plus his 2, and reducing down to the 80 lbs he was allowed to carry, in addition to everything else he had to wrap up. To keep the adventure going, he hurt his back in the process of trying to weigh one of the bags. We are thankful he is feeling better and look forward to reuniting with him in just a few days.

After being lovingly greeted by friends at the airport, we made our way to Greenville, KY. This first week has been spent trying to catch up on many things: rest, eating strawberries, much-missed family time with grandparents and cousins for the girls, and doctors visits. I am thankful for the ease of good medical care with quick resolution and doctors that love my girls. We also had the privilege of visiting and speaking at Mt. Zion GB church in IN. It was so good to be among friends who have prayed for us throughout our journey and to be able to reconnect with the Weatherfords.

We look forward to seeing many of you at the Summit and as we travel around to some of our churches. It really is a joy and provides a sense of comfort to hear from our partners in ministry and be able to reconnect.

In the meantime…

I have a room that looks like a tornado has hit it. I open the door and peek in when I walk by, knowing that at some point in the very near future, I have to go in and pack the bare essentials into 4 bags weighing no more than 70 lbs each. Bare essentials take on a new meaning when moving to Niger. We are told by other missionaries to bring toiletries, sheets, a good set of knives, clothes and tennis shoes at the very least. That statement sounds doable…but then I remember that there are no uniforms at the girls’ new school, so I need to bring clothes (and shoes) for now, and the next size (or sizes) up. With both girls growing like weeds, this is a scary guessing game for me. No missionaries that we have talked to recommend having things shipped over from the states, so that option is off the table.

I just have to keep moving forward; one day at a time, one task at a time. We are in the middle of this transition time. The end, or maybe better stated, the goal, is within sight. Even as I write this, I’m reminded that our life in Christ is constantly in transition. We are to be always moving forward, always progressing, always striving to become more like Christ. May we be ever willing to be continually molded by our Creator. May I not be so busy to miss the things that He wants to show me along the way.

Until next time…

Who Moved Our Lines?

Who Moved Our Lines?

by Patti Thornton – Executive Director of General Baptist Women’s Ministries

In preparation for a women’s conference in Southern California, I was deep in the study of the 16th chapter of Psalms. I don’t have a clear explanation of what led me to this brief song of David’s. I just know that the fifth and sixth verses in that passage jumped off the page of my study Bible and hit me like a stone flung from David’s childhood slingshot.

Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely, I have a delightful inheritance.

I write this article in the second week of January – just after our final 2017 Women’s Ministries financial reports hit my desk. Numbers don’t lie, and I am simply responding to the black and white spreadsheet laid out before me when I say that If there ever was a time for me to feel insecure in our lot, it is now.

While we have made strides in fundraising efforts outside of Love Gift, they have not proved sufficient. If you are new to Women’s Ministries, let me explain Love Gift. This fund consists of donations made to Women’s Ministries that are not designated to any specific project or mission field supported by the organization. Out of these funds come all operational expenses, unexpected project needs, etc. In former years, there was enough to give large gifts of the same wonderful, undesignated sort to our mission departments.

For several years, Love Gift funds have fallen while ministry opportunities and office expenses have risen. During its annual budget process, the board of directors plans responsibly and realistically. Each year the amount of funds needed to be raised in addition to donations has escalated dramatically. Simultaneously, every area of expense has been cut. This includes staff, salaries, communications, etc.

Out of curiosity, I embarked on a research project. I searched through years of financial reports, wondering when annual Love Gift receipts had last been as low as they are now. I made it back through the 80’s, and never saw a number lower than it is now. That. Is. Astounding. You can see the dilemma. More needs to be done to save the ministry with fewer resources than ever. And God’s decree to take light to a dark world has not lessened.

In this Psalm, David, although he is probably on the run, seems to say that God has blessed him with security. He recognizes that he has been placed within generous boundaries on earth as well as the boundaries of a prophetic inheritance.

So, who moved our boundaries? Are we choking ourselves off from the work God has purposed for us, or is He the one who is re-drawing, re-forming, and re-purposing? I think we must ask these questions as we move about in the territory we see as Women’s Ministries.

We have the inheritance reserved for princesses in the Kingdom of God, and it is He who draws the boundary lines of our work on earth as well as our place in His eternal kingdom. I believe He will unfold His boundary lines for us – women enthralled by Jesus, connected for strength, and COMPELLED outward.

My prayer is that He guides us clearly to recognize those lines; and that like the Israelites who could not immediately see the pleasantness of their new territories, we will know where to fight, for what to fight, and with whom to fight to accomplish His will.

After all, we are compelled to bring as many people inside the lines as possible, right?