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Overcoming Pride
The first church I ever served was located in an extremely small town in Eastern Kentucky. There wasn’t even a stop-light at the time. The church was full of wonderful farmers, which was ironic, because the only time I had ever been to a farm up until that time was on school field trips. On one occasion I was visiting a family in the church and watched their young son throw “feed” on the ground for the chickens. Very quickly there was a swarm towards the food and chickens starting hitting other chickens on the head with their beaks. What I learned is that you could take a group of chickens, any chickens, throw in some food and pretty soon a “pecking order” will be established. If there are five chickens in the pen, there will be one chicken that will dominate and peck the other four, another that will peck the other three, until you get down to the last chicken who has no-one to peck and gets pecked by everyone. The Trappings of Pride If there was someone who didn’t relish being the fifth chicken it was Naaman. 2 Kings 5:1 tells us, “Now Naaman was commander of the army of the king of Aram. He was a great man in the sight of his master and highly regarded…” Second only to the king of the land, Naaman was a man who was used to getting his way. If he told someone to do something they better do it or else. The only problem with Naaman was that he had leprosy. But through a series of events Naaman learned that the prophet Elisha had the power to heal him. So Naaman went to Elisha and asked him to work a miracle. Elisha responded by telling him in verse 5:10, “Go, wash yourself seven times in the Jordan, and your flesh will be restored.” Feeling like a number five chicken, Naaman stormed off. But eventually he humbled himself and returned to wash in the Jordan and was healed. People God Can Use Jesus made it clear that life in the kingdom means willingly becoming the fifth chicken. A few years ago a ministry friend and I went to a conference in the south. It was hosted by a mega-church that had grown from just a handful to thousands in just a few short years. We were both looking forward to learning a few secrets to help our churches grow. We were both taken back by what we saw. The Pastor’s face was everywhere. His face was on all the tapes and books and CD’s and Bible studies and flyers and walls and PowerPoint and just about anywhere else it could be squeezed. In the coffee shop he even had a cookie named after himself. The staff at our church now jokes that “When we make it big, we’ll all get our own cookies.” Not if God has anything to do with it.
This article was posted on October 02, 2005
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