The Most Powerful Tool At Our Disposal

This is the latest installment of the “lessons learned from failure” series. You’ll find links to related posts at the bottom of this one.

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Fifteen years ago I had a story I wanted to tell the world about my life.

It was the story of how moved from Texas to the Pacific Northwest to work with a small, struggling church. After a few years, the church doubled in size and then eventually became one of the largest churches in the region and then the country. It was going to be a tremendous story about all the amazing things I saw God do as the church grew.

But before I could tell it, I had to live it. So it never got told.

Eight years ago I had another story I planned to tell someday.

It was the story of how I moved from the Pacific Northwest to work with another struggling church in Oklahoma. The church was recovering from a season of great difficulty and hoping to recapture its former glory. Under my leadership the church experienced a time of great renewal and growth and became the definitive case study for turnaround churches. I dreamed of telling this inspirational story across the country.

But before I could tell it, I had to live it. It is another untold story.

Two-and-a-half years ago I had a story I wanted to tell.

It was the story of how I moved from Oklahoma to plant a church in Texas. It would be the kind of church where people who hate church would feel safe to come and hear the story of Jesus and explore what it means to follow him. It might not be the largest church in the city, but it would have a distinct ministry to those who were interested in Jesus but not church as they knew it. I would get to tell the story of how God blessed our experimental community and used us to break new ground in connecting with those who are far from God. It was going to be a great story and I was going to tell it well.

Again, I couldn’t really tell it until I lived it. So it remains untold.

Regret is the gap between the stories we once dreamed of telling about out lives and the stories we’re actually qualified to tell.

As we get older, we’re forced to come to terms with this gap. When we were young(er) we knew the stories we wanted to tell someday. We envisioned stories about how much we accomplished, how much money we made, how happy our marriage was, and how successful our kids turned out to be.

For the young, just launching into life, the greatest power they have is the stories they plan to tell someday. Wrapped in these stories are hopes, dreams, and ambitions. It’s fun to be around younger people telling stories about themselves set in the future. But sometimes it’s hard to resist jumping in and telling them they may end up with a different story to tell someday.

As the years pass, and as the gap of regret widens, we face a couple of perilous temptations.

One is to get caught up in the past and fixate on how the stories we thought we were going to tell never panned out. Where we once spent our time thinking about our future story, we can easily switch directions and spend our time living in the past and lamenting the passage of time, the making of mistakes, and the cruel twists of fate that rendered us ineligible to tell our dream stories. This is a deadly place to be because those who live in the past have no power to move forward because they’ve cut themselves off from their greatest source energy: the hope of a better future.

The other temptation is to keep conjuring up new stories we want to tell about our lives someday that have no connection to the stories we’ve already lived. Many of these stories are only one fairy-god-mother short of making it into a storybook. Those who live only in the future lack the maturity to move forward because they cut themselves off from their greatest source of wisdom—a disappointing past.

What we need is a vantage point from which we can turn the eye of wisdom to the past and the eye of hope toward the future. This can only be done when we root ourselves in the present moment. In the present, we have access to both the maturity from our past and the energy from our future. Together, they keep us moving forward with realistic hope.

The most powerful tool we have in the present is our life story. Not the story we thought we would live to tell back when were twenty-one or the story we still hope to tell when we’re eighty-one, but the story we’ve lived to tell up until this point.

I still have a story I want to tell with my life. One that I hope I can tell twenty years from now, but I understand something now that I didn’t fifteen years ago. Whatever story I tell in twenty years isn’t going to drop out of the sky as a stand alone narrative. The story I tell someday can only grow out of the story I’ve already lived. The story I will tell someday isn’t set in the future, it’s happening right now. I’m making it up as I go along. As important as it is to have a hopeful story set in the future, the most powerful tool I have at my disposal is the story I’m living right now.

I have a story to tell and I’m sticking to it, because it’s the only story I’ve got. I’m qualified to tell it, because I’m living it.

What story have your mistakes, disappointments, and failures qualified you to tell?

Please don’t ever be afraid to tell it.

My Failure Was Not As Public As I Thought

Back in October, I sat down and made a list of the lessons I’ve learned in the past year. I’ve been sharing these lessons here on the blog. You can find links to them at the end of this post. I’ve wanted to write about a number of these things for months, but I refrained until I felt like I was far enough removed to write about them semi-objectively–and so that my tears wouldn’t short-circuit my keyboard.

Seriously, these are the lessons I learned while I was in a pit. I’m not in that pit any longer. God has been very good to me and my family this year and our future looks mighty good from where we’re standing. As always, thanks for reading and for the encouraging feedback. If you’re currently in a pit, I hope these posts encourage you.

In my last post, I wrote about why public failure was such a painful, but ultimately beneficial, experience for me.

It taught me to stop taking myself so seriously.

One of the great things about failure is how it can get you coming and going.

Here’s how it works:

1. I failed.
2. I assume that everyone in my circle of awareness saw me fail and spent almost as much time thinking (and talking) about it as I did.
3. Whenever I run into someone I know, I assume their first thought about me is “There’s Wade. He failed.”

There are a couple of flaws (at least) with this kind of thinking.

1. Most people are too busy dwelling on their own problems, shortcomings, and failures to spend more than a nanosecond thinking about mine (relatives and close friends excluded).
2. Believing that my failure was big enough to “make the news” is yet another symptom of my exaggerated sense of self-importance.

Occasionally, I have an encounter with someone that makes all of this painfully and–if you like awkward humor–amusingly clear.

Example #1: This occurs in Abilene at a conference at my alma mater.

Him: So how are things going in Tulsa?
Me: We moved to Austin two years ago.
Him: Oh wow! I hadn’t heard. What took you to Austin?
Me: We moved there to plant a church.
Him: How’s that going?
Thought Bubble Over My Head: You haven’t read my blog in a while have you?

Example #2: I run into a guy at a local coffee shop who attended a few of our early gatherings at Fulcrum.

Him: Hey Wade, how’s it going?
Me: Great. Long time no see.
Him: I know. I’ve been meaning to come back to church. Are you guys still meeting at the coffee house?
Me: Actually, we’re not meeting anywhere anymore. We shut it down six months ago.
Him: I’m sorry to hear that. I wish I hadn’t stopped coming.
Thought Bubble Over My Head: Me too.

Example #3: After speaking at a church, I’m visiting with someone I follow on Twitter. I know what’s going on in his life because of what he tweets.

Him: So, how are all things Fulcrum?
Me: What do you mean?
Him: How’s the church plant going?
Me: You haven’t heard? We pulled the plug eight months ago. I tweeted about it.
Him: I guess I didn’t see that tweet.
Thought Bubble Over My Head: There was more than one.

Each of these encounters (and there have been many others) amuse me because of their absurdity. Here I am walking around obsessing over how everyone is talking about my “public” failure and I keep running into people who haven’t heard the bad news.

It turns out my failure was not as public as I thought it was, which leads to another important lesson:

I need to stop taking myself so seriously.

Wait a minute, I think I see a pattern here.

Why Public Failure Was Just What I Needed

Perhaps the hardest thing about shutting the church plant down last year was the specter of failing in public. For fundraising and recruiting purposes, I communicated the early successes of our project through every medium at my disposal: blog posts, tweets, status updates, newsletters, emails, and sermons at other churches. I tried to build a tribe that would pray for, pay for, and join our community. I relished telling our story to anyone willing to listen.

There was a downside to all of this self-generated publicity.
The more public you make your dream, the more public your failure will be if the experiment doesn’t work. When it was over, I had the distinct pleasure of sharing the bad news through the same media I had previously used to broadcast the good.

Compounding the pain of public failure was the importance I placed on professional achievement.
I’ve always wanted to do great things and I’ve always wanted others to know I’ve done them. Despite my sometimes anti-social braggadocio, I want to be liked, respected, and admired. I’ve strategically tried to compensate for my introverted personality with public achievement.

This goes all the way back to Jr. High when I realized my skills on the basketball court, and not my farm boy charm, gave me the best chance to be popular (especially with the ladies). This proved to be just true enough to hard-wire within me a belief that achieving greatness in front of others would make me happy.

This partially explains why last year’s public failure was so devastating.
Devastating, but also beneficial. Public failure forced me to face just how much your opinion matters to me. It challenged me to admit the absurdity of seeking happiness in public achievement. It is teaching me to find joy in the doing of the work, not in what others say about me after the work is done.

To this end, writing has become a form of therapy for me. I won’t pretend that I don’t care what you think of my writing. I want you to read it, like it, pass it on, and even be willing to pay for it. But this is not what I focus on while I’m writing. I think about the next sentence, the best word, the difference between a comma and a semicolon (still not sure).

For a few minutes a day, I forget about you and what you think of me.
(Except for right now. I totally wrote that last sentence with you in mind.) All that matters are the thoughts in my head becoming words on the screen. When I emerge from the glorious fog of composition, I read back what I’ve written and like some of it enough to post for public approval. The rest of it remains buried in a nondescript folder on my hard drive.

Sometimes I’m tempted to go back and revise it and post it here. I resist this impulse because it’s important for me to not go public with everything I produce. Otherwise, I’m afraid I would fall back into the old habit of chasing happiness by trying to impress others with my achievements. If I ever go down that road again, it would be yet another failure, regardless of what I happen to achieve, because it would demonstrate that I still haven’t learned my lesson.

This is why I’ve decided not to let anyone else read this piece. I’m dedicating it to the sheer pleasure of doing work that no one else will ever see.

My therapist is right. I am getting better!

Doubt Your Doubts About Your Future

I remember saying to a friend about this time last year that I wasn’t sure I would ever preach again. Not so much because I was sick of preaching, but because I couldn’t imagine why any church or group would ever want to hear from a failed church planter like me. I believed I had lost the opportunity to use my strengths to do one of the things I most enjoy.

For a couple of months, I didn’t preach. It was a good thing too. I didn’t have anything positive or helpful to say. Then one day I got a call from a friend who invited me to speak at his organization’s leadership retreat. It was followed by an invitation to speak at an event for young adults in California. Then came a call from a church in Houston looking for someone to fill four Sundays while they searched for a new pastor.

Over the past nine months, I’ve spoken over forty times to groups and churches across the country. My weekend calendar is almost completely booked through March 2012. Yet a year ago, I seriously doubted if I would ever get the opportunity to use my public speaking gift again.

This surprising turn of events has taught me a lot.

1. Negative thoughts and feelings immediately following a failure cannot be trusted. Pain magnifies them and distorts our view of reality. This is natural and unavoidable and yet another reason why failure is all it’s cracked up to be. It is wise to avoid making any huge, life-changing decisions when overwhelmed by the darkness of failure, because there’s an excellent chance the worst case scenario you’re conjuring in your head will have absolutely no bearing on your future. Unless you give it the power to do so.

2. I have some great friends who helped me get back in the game. Without their calls, invitations, recommendations, and endorsements I might have remained stuck in the mire. (You all know who you are. I got your back, big time.)

3. God is greater than our limited imaginations for our future, especially when we are hurting. When I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next, God used my friends to open doors and show me new possibilities. This is why I’m going to celebrate the heck out of Thanksgiving this year.

What about you?

What doubts do you have about your future?

• That you’ll never fall in love again.
• That no one will ever again trust you with anything important.
• That you’ll never have another great idea.
• That you’re doomed to hear “no” for the rest of your life.

Since you’re already plagued with doubts, why not go ahead and add one more to the mix?

Try doubting your doubts.

Open yourself to the possibility that things aren’t really as bad as they feel right now.

Give it some time. Keep walking. Answer the phone. Talk to your friends. Be nice to strangers.

A year from now I bet you’re surprised at just how wrong you were about your future.

My Love/Hate List

Another lesson I’ve learned in the past year is that doing what I love makes me happy. Forcing myself to do what I hate sends me into a depressing funk.

So I’m trying to spend more of my time doing what I love and less of it doing what I hate.

This is why I recently brainstormed a “love/hate” list.

I started listing things I love to do. Things that energize me. Things that have the capacity to lift me out of a fog of depression or a swamp of self-doubt. I came up with a fairly long list.

I also listed a number of things that I hate to do. Things that drain me of energy. Things that make me cranky before, during, and after doing them. Things that if I were king of the world I would never have to do again.

How great would life be if I only did the things that I love, but completely eliminated what I hate?

It sounded like a great idea, until I actually took the time to think about it.

Once I did, I realized that the world would be a miserable place if we all refused to do what we don’t enjoy.

So I went back and evaluated my list with a more critical eye and saw several ways I could nuance the categories into something a bit more responsible and realistic.

I broke down my “love” list this way:

1. Things I love to do and seem to be good at doing because people other than my mom have told me I’m good at them. This is the “I could make money doing this” list. Public speaking falls into this category.

2. Things I enjoy, but should avoid because they are harmful to myself or others. Let’s call this one the “Just because you think it’s funny doesn’t mean you should say it out loud” list. Biting sarcasm comes easily for me, too easy. I’m trying to cut back.

3. Things I love to do, but can’t do very well, but still like to do when no one is watching. This is the “Leave me alone, its just a hobby” list. Freestyling hip-hop lyrics definitely belongs on this list.

4. Things I love to do every now and then, but if I did them all the time, I’d probably grow tired of them. It’s my “Never move to your favorite vacation spot” list. Example: I occasionally like to use power tools to build things in the garage, but I’m not sure I would enjoy doing it all day long.

5. Things I love to do so much that if I don’t continue to do them, I’ll die. This is my “starving artist” list. My almost daily habit of writing is at the top of this list, but I’d love to see it move up to the “I could make money doing this” category.

Here’s the way my “hate” list breaks down:

1. Things I would really prefer not to do, but have to do in order to co-exist with other human beings. This is my “Okay, okay, I’ll lift the toilet seat, but only because sleeping on the couch hurts my back” list. Example: Household chores.

2. Things I hate, but need to do because they are good for me. We’ll call this the “Please pass the Broccoli” list. Handstand-Push-Ups anyone?

3. Things I don’t like to do, but have to in order to get to do the things I love. I call this the “If you want to ride a horse, you’ve got to shovel some poop” list. Organizational meetings belong here. (Are you sure we can’t just do this via email?)

4. Things I don’t like to do, but always seem to end up doing, because I’m good at them. This is the “God has an ornery sense of humor” list. Project management is on this list. I’m pretty good at moving projects forward, even though it usually means I have to call a few face-to-face meetings to get the job done. (Dang it!)

5. Things I hate doing so much that no matter how much my job depends on it I can’t bring myself to do it consistently. This is my “Just go ahead and set me on fire” list. This is where mingling or networking with people I don’t know very well shows up. My version of hell is an endless “party” at which strangers are forced to stand around making small talk.

I’d love to design a life where I have to do very little of the activities included in categories three and four, especially four.

If I lived in a third world country, these categories would be meaningless. I wouldn’t be concerned with how to spend more time doing what I love and less time doing what I hate. I’d do whatever was necessary to survive, regardless of how I felt about it. But as Maslow has taught us, it’s only after we have our basic needs taken care of that we have the luxury of sitting down and coming up with lists.

Have you ever written out a “love/hate” list?

What would happen if you spent more time doing what you love and less time doing what you hate?

Do you think the world would keep spinning if you did?