Whenever I go out I see people that I know. I also see people that I don’t know but know me.
Let’s just keep this between me and you, but sometimes I don’t have a fat clue who I’m talking to. I assume they went to one of the churches that I worked at.
I love seeing people. Well…except for those few who I don’t have a fat clue about that then call me on it by asking if I remember them. Don’t ask me that! Thankfully I remember faces. Unfortunately names are harder for me to remember.
Many times I am eating out with a friend and after I’ve said hello to a bunch of people they will say, “Man, you are famous.”
I am not famous and do not want to be nor strive to be famous. Ever.
I want to be known.
You see fame is about celebrity. And celebrity is an unhealthy and unrealistic expectation to put on anyone. It’s impossible to not let people down when they’ve built you up as a celebrity. In fact so many of the stories that I’ve heard of people leaving churches has come down to the pastor being a celebrity.
Even at a small church I have to guard against it.
When the pastor is a celebrity everyone wants to get to know him. That means that people are afraid for the church to grow because then they won’t get as much time with the pastor.
When the pastor is a celebrity it means that people can remove the human elements from them. People treat the pastor as if he is Superman. It feels good when they are happy but when the pastor lets them down it stinks. People can unload on the pastor because he’s not human. He’s a celebrity.
When the pastor is a celebrity the church is built around his personality.
I’m not a celebrity.
Celebrity magazines love to show famous people with their makeup off. I don’t wear makeup but the proverbial makeup is coming off.
- I’m a normal human. If there was anything superhuman about me it might be my farts. I feel like I fart a lot.
- Five minutes ago I sneezed a snot rocket into my arm. I was just trying to cover my mouth while cooking breakfast and all the sudden AAAACHEWWW! Next thing I know I felt like Dr. Peter Venkman from Ghostbusters.
- I have a hairy back.
- I have large man nips. See the dictionary page on this blog if you are not familiar with nips.
- I get grumpy. Really grumpy. In fact I’ve been grumpy for 24 hours. I think it’s because I’m tired. I have been extra crazy busy. None the less I thought to myself that I’m glad I’m not my kids. When my kids get grumpy I attack them with a tickle monster until they are un-grumpy. I hate to be tickled and would probably start throwing punches like a feroucious chinchilla.
- Now I am kind of a like a celebrity in that my wife has said on multiple occasions that she’s nervous if she dies I won’t know how to pay the bills. I assure her that I will find someone to take care of that for me.
- For three years my biggest prayer was that God would not let me go bald. I ended up shaving my head because my bald spot resembled the Thunderdome.
- I have smokers teeth and have never smoked a cigarette in my life. No one notices until I take pictures with my wife. I take a lot of pictures with my wife.
- My posture is the equivalent of Quasimodo.
- The other day I pulled out a dustball of prehistoric condition from my belly button. Monica wanted to Tweet it. I wouldn’t let her. I told her that I do that once a day. I’m not sure where it comes from but HUGE dustballs collect in my belly button.
- After I clean said belly button lint I smell my finger. It always smells gag nasty. I think I smell it with the hope that one day it won’t smell like death.
I could go on but I’m afraid I’ll scare off the remaining 2 readers that kept going through that bulleted list.
What’s my point with all this? I’m human. I’m not a celebrity. I’m no different than you.
By the grace of God I’ve consistently walked with Him for years. But my prayers have no more power than yours. I have no more special insight with God then you do.
I don’t want to be a celebrity. I want to make Jesus famous. I don’t want to be a celebrity. I want to be known.
I want people to know me so they can show me grace when I screw up. I want people to know me so that they can help me when I’m weak and allow me to help them when they are weak. I want people to know me. Not a celebrity version of me. The real me.
I don’t know if you know me or not. What I do know is that if you go to church there is a great chance that people are trying to make your pastor a celebrity. He’s human. Even if he’s an awesome human he’s still human.
Respect the pastor. Honor the pastor. Don’t make him famous. It doesn’t work out well for him or for you.
Why do you think our culture is so obsessed with celebrities? How do we not make someone we look up to a celebrity?