For the last 2.5 years Dr. Jim Martin has been the vice president of Harding School of Theology in Memphis, Tn. Prior to this role Jim served in congregational ministry for over 35 years, 20 of those years being with the Crestview Church in Waco.
For the final five years that he was in Waco, Jim facilitated five one-year long discipleship groups, each year composed of 8-10 ministers from near and far.
I was blessed to be a part of one of those groups. We met once a month, usually in Jim’s home. We came together to disciple. To disciple ourselves and to disciple one another. To pray and to study and to grow and to challenge and to bring healing and to speak truth and to breathe life.
Each time we came together was sacred. Sacred space. Holy ground.
I didn’t realize it at the time (I understood how transformative our time together was for me, I recognized how truly blessed I was by Jim and by those were a part) but what I did not comprehend early on was that I had become a part of something sacred. Something transcendent. An alum of a moment in time that would be so meaningful and formational to me (and to so many others) for the rest of our lives.
And so yesterday, we gathered together once again.
Jim was going to be in Waco and orchestrated a reunion of sorts at Crestview for those who had been a part of the discipleship groups during those years in Waco.
And so what did we do?
We prayed. We studied. We grew in our faith. We challenged one another. We brought healing. We spoke truth. And God breathed life.
Exodus 3:5, “Take off your shoes, for the place where you are standing, is holy.”
Glory to God!
Yesterday was one of those God-ordained days that when they happen, there is no doubt as to the presence and faithfulness of God.
My friend Jim Martin, who for the past twenty years has ministered to the Crestview Church in Waco, has taken the role of vice-president to Harding School of Theology and will make that transition by the first of the year.
For the last several years Jim has facilitated discipling groups in his home, comprised of a small group of ministers, each group meeting once a month for a year. I was a part of the group that met in 2012. Each month we would converge on Jim’s home (many from hours away). We’d come together and we would pray, and we would study, and we would pray, and we would discuss, and we would pray. Each month imploring of God together, to make us better disciples, better husbands, better fathers, better ministers. It was sacred space. God-ordained. Holy ground.
And so yesterday all of the ministers from each of those years gathered together to honor a mentor. To bless our friend. To pray over our brother. To attempt to convey to him what he means to us, to our families, to our churches, and to the Kingdom. It was a God-ordained day. One of those days that when they happen, there is no doubt as to the presence and faithfulness of God.
For me, yesterday was a glimpse into eternity. Only a glimpse, but Kingdom insight into how one life, impacted by God, impacted by so many other lives, is poured into the lives of others. And isn’t that the Kingdom? God pours Himself into us. Others pour their lives into us. God continues to pour. We pour our lives into others. God continues to fill. Isn’t that the Kingdom? We only get a glimpse this side of the eternity. But it’s a beautiful glimpse. A beautiful glimpse into the wonder of God.
Glory to God!