With Trembling Hands

Yesterday at church my hands were trembling as I stood up to teach.

I’m not a nervous speaker. When I used to pastor at a megachurch, standing in front of large crowds didn’t unnerve me in the least. And while putting on a microphone and talking about the mysteries of God and the universe, doubts, and abstract ideas like love, justice and forgiveness would freak most people out, it’s just the thing I do. No big deal.

Except for yesterday.

We’ve been having a tense conversation in our church for the last couple of months. We’ve been having a conversation about what the church should say to our LGBT brothers and sisters. And really it has been a conversation as we wrestle with the Bible, tradition, reason and our own experiences. (We’re not Wesleyans, per se, but we’ve always found the Wesleyan Quadrilateral useful in our deliberations.)

And so, since the beginning of the year, we’ve collapsed our two morning services into one service during which I teach, and we’ve set aside the second service time for conversation. We’ve welcomed people to ask questions and make comments, and every week during this series, I’ve walked away feeling so in love with these brave midwesterners wrestling with big issues.


As the pastor, I probably think about these things differently than most. As pastor, it’s not about theoretical ideas about morality, but rather about relationships. And it’s not just about my own story and experiences, but rather the collective story and experiences of everyone in the church. Ken Wilson, in his excellent book A Letter to My Congregation describes it this way:

“The members of a congregation have a commonly held conscience on many, but not all, matters. A pastor stands at the crossroads of a congregation’s conflicted conscience. It’s a congested intersection, this place. Standing in the middle of it can be dizzying, frightening, awful, especially under the intense scrutiny that comes with religious controversy.”

And so, yesterday, as I prepared to stand up and say things that would challenge nearly every one of us, my hands shook in nervousness and anxiety.

Help me, Lord Jesus, to be faithful to the pathway you seem to be leading me down. Help me to say what I say with grace, humility and kindness.


I’m a lucky guy. I sometimes hear stories of pastors who come into conflict with their congregation and lose their jobs. Or I hear stories of how parishioners leave a church angrily, “telling off” the pastor as they go. Yes, we’ve had a few of those, but not very many. The church I pastor is filled with kind, lovely people who, I believe, really believe Jesus when he says that everything hangs on how we love. Again, my experience is reflected in Wilson,

“Strangely, very few of you have actually asked me this question directly. Congregations learn to read their pastors. And many of you sense that I’ve been wrestling with this one for a long time. You’ve heard sermons that indicate a certain lean away from the traditional consensus, perhaps. I suspect that some of you haven’t asked me where I draw the line because you haven’t wanted to put me on the spot. Others haven’t wanted to situate me, your pastor, on what you may regard as the wrong side of an important moral issue. Or you may just be nervous for me, for us. In any case, I want to say: thank you.”


I’m writing this on Monday morning. I feel emotionally spent. I could have spent the day in bed, which is why so many pastors take Mondays off. (They also tell us to never write our resignations on a Monday. Good advice!)

I actually don’t remember much of what I said. I don’t know if it’s this way for everyone, but there are times when I’m so “in it,” so focused on what I’m doing, that afterward I don’t remember the specifics. I’ve thought about listening to the podcast, but that sometimes leads to self-loathing. (Oh do I hate the sound of my own voice!) We’ll see how I feel in a couple days.

What I do know is that when I preach that kind of sermon, with that kind of emotion and intensity, I feel super-vulnerable afterwards. (I know from talking to pastors, musicians and other artists this is common.) I feel vulnerable because it’s not just a task I performed but, rather, I feel like I’ve given a part of myself to a whole bunch of people at once. And so, my tendency is to want to run and hide – to find any excuse to get to my office and close the door as fast as possible.


In my younger years, I needed a lot of praise in these fragile moments just after the sermon to satisfy my fragile ego-self. But I’m learning that what my ego wants almost always leaves my soul feeling hollow. So I’m trying to learn to pay attention to my soul. My honorary-big-sister-even-if-she-doesn’t-know-who-I-am Liz Gilbert says,

“I know that I am not only an ego; I am also a soul. And I know that my soul doesn’t care a whit about reward or failure. My soul is not guided by dreams of praise or fears of criticism. My soul doesn’t even have language for such notions. My soul, when I tend to it, is a far more expansive and fascinating source of guidance than my ego will ever be, because my soul desires only one thing: wonder.”

I would add, in addition to wonder, my soul also longs for intimacy. In that moment, I need connection with my wife, boys and friends. I need my most intimate friends to tell me, “You are loved.”

[This by the way, is the greatest gift a church can give to their pastor: the freedom to have their own intimate circle of friends, even if those friends don’t attend your church. Yes, your pastor should be friends with everyone at some level, but your pastor also needs an intimate space of people who can authentically say, “We will love you regardless of anything about you that is ‘pastor.’” Let your pastor have a circle of people to whom they can say, “I need something from you,” so they don’t need it from the congregation.]

After the service, my wife grabbed me in the center aisle and hugged me, and my good friend sought me out as I was trying to escape into my office and gave me a hug and reminded me that I’m loved. And my closest circle – the ones who know that I need them – tended to my fragile self throughout the day with texts and love. That’s what my soul needed.


My hands were trembling yesterday before I got up to speak to these beautiful people that I get to lead. But there’s goodness here. I think I said some things to challenge all of us. And, to the best of my knowledge, I’m leading our church down the pathway that is right for us. It’s not easy. And there will be sadness and tears to come.

But we’re together in this.

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  • Kicker©

    My least favorite thing about moving was not being able to make the drive to Imago each Sunday from Normal. Thank goodness for podcasts. I haven’t listened to the message yet but know that you are loved and your willingness to be vulnerable before others is something that I wish I did more often. Thank you for being a great example for others.

  • Daryl Carlson

    Thank you for sharing! Those outside your congregation appreciate your vulnerability too!

  • Dave Lin

    This is lovely.

    I’m very thankful for all you’re doing for us, and helping us to do.

  • michaeldanner

    Now I have to listen to the sermon…

    • If only it were podcasted!

      (actually we had a snafu… hopefully it will be up later tonight!)

  • Lewis Ingersoll

    If you want to hear appreciation and gratitude just ask me to tell everyone where we have been the past two and a half years.

    Thank you for asking me to tell everyone where(Israel) we are going. To say we are excited and overjoyed is an understatement.

    July 28th of 2013 was our first visit to Imago Dei. You talked about the way the church was being pulled.

    When you finished, Sue looked at me and I looked at her and we both were ready to cry. We have found our home we said to each other. Again and again and again or the past two years we look at each other and say the same thing. We are at home at Imago Dei. It began with the ideas you expressed that July 28th. We did not know one person in the church. I have become aware that the Bible just doesn’t make sense without having a home church.

    One of those first few weeks we listened to you answer questions and explain the history of Imago Dei. I remember being surprised that there was no membership.

    Here we were finding a church home and we could not even “join.”

    A few times I have come up to see you after the teaching and said “good job.” I wish I had come up every time and said, thanks for saying what you said. The fact that I really do agree with your perspective 95% of the time is beside the point.

    The church of which you are one of the leaders of has given us so much. I have come to realize how much Sue and I are alike as we have been drawn into community with our new friends the past two and a half years. You have seen us in the 3 to K room with 14 kids bouncing off the wall and we really do enjoy every minute of that hour on Sunday morning.

    The Breakfast Club has been an opportunity to meet and get acquainted so many great people. The early Sunday morning experience of working with others to help them continues to be a special time for us.

    I am one of those categories you mentioned yesterday. In regards to application of the scripture or scriptures I am sure of how Jesus wants me to treat the folks of the gay community in our church and anywhere in the world. I am to include them. I am to treat them like I would treat any human being. Because of circumstances in my life, this particular issue is not that difficult for me. The folks that see it differently, I love them very much and want to keep them in our life and extended family.

    The past two and a half years have been fantastic. I know it sounds crazy but I wish we all could get together seven days a week and not just on Sunday.

    Imagine if we could have a dinner together 3 or 4 days a week.

    I am going to write your wife a brief thank you. I am so aware that I could not do half of what I do if my wife was not doing so much to help me. She is so supporting of my crazy comings and goings.

    Looking forward to coming home and we haven’t even left yet.

    • Thanks Lewis. I hope when I’m 70, I have 1/2 the energy and enthusiasm you have for following Jesus! Love having you in our church, can’t wait to hear new stories of your time in Israel!