Bill was visibly frustrated as he briskly strode into Dave’s office.
“Hey Bill, what can I do for you?” Dave asked pleasantly.
“You can accept my resignation,” Bill snarled.
“What?” Dave replied, in confusion.
“That’s right, I’m done,” he continued.
“OK Bill, I see that you’re very upset; why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”
“Five Smooth Stones is what’s going on!” he said,
“You mean the Christian Rock Band?” Dave asked.
“Come on Dave, what else would I be talking about?” he shot back.
“OK, I just want to make sure I understand what the problem is?”
Bill’s expression twisted as he explained, “It’s really pretty simple, I’ve been teaching Sunday School in this church for almost twenty years now, and it’s been like pulling teeth to get anyone interested in this ministry; especially the kids. We never have any budget, we fight to get teachers, and even when you get some kids in the classroom, you fight to get them interested in anything to do with God. But let some guys with guitars show up, and all of a sudden, we’ve got money to upgrade the sound system, we’ve got an army of volunteers to set up the stage, and the kids are acting like its Christmas Eve.”
“So you’re upset that everyone is excited about this band coming in?” Dave asked in confusion.
“It’s not that I care about the band,” he responded, “I just wonder why no one is excited about working with this ministry until some group of hot shots they’ve heard on the radio comes around. Is this really even about ministry, or is it just a meeting of the ‘Five Smooth Stones’ fan club?”
“OK Bill, I think I understand where you’re coming from. First off, as the Superintendent of the Sunday School, no one understands better than me about the struggle to keep this ministry going, and to get people excited about it; but having a nationally known Christian band just volunteer out of the blue to come, and give a concert here is a blessing, not a curse. This will give us an opportunity to reach the kids in a way that we’ve never been able to before.”
“Will it Dave?”
“Will it what?” he again asked in confusion.
“Reach the kids,” Bill replied.
“I don’t know, but don’t you think that it’s worth a try?” Dave pled.
“I don’t know what I think anymore,” he said. “I’m beginning to doubt that I’ve ever reached any of the kids that I’ve taught over the years.”
Dave’s face fell, “Come on Bill, you don’t really believe that, do you?”
“No really; I’ve watched them come in, and sit through my class like it was detention. They do there time, and then they leave,” he responded. A few years later, when you see them on the street, they either don’t know you, or you find out that they’re living with their girlfriend or something.”
“You know that isn’t every kid’s story,” Dave defended.
“I know, but the good kids seem to come from good parents. They’re fine when I get them, and they’re fine when they leave,” Bill asserted. “I just can’t see where I’ve made any difference in their lives.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“You’re right Dave, I would be.”
Just as Bill finished, an assistant knocked on the open door, and exclaimed, “They’re here!”
“You mean the band?” Dave queried.
“Yup!” the assistant chirped.
“Send them in,” he directed.
Bill rolled his eyes, and said, “I should go.”
“No Bill, you should stay and meet these guys,” Dave replied. “It may make a difference for you.”
With a heavy sigh, Bill grumbled, “I don’t see how, but whatever.”
As two members of the band stepped into the office, Dave quickly moved to the doorway and extended his hand. “Hey guys, we’re excited about you being here. I’m Dave Roberts, the Sunday School Superintendent’ and this is one of our teachers, Bill Walker.”
Bill smiled weakly, and shook the guy’s hands as well.
“It’s a pleasure to be here, and to see you guys again. I’m Chris Smith, and this is Tom Howard. The rest of the guys are unloading our equipment.”
Dave looked confused, as he asked, “So you’ve been here before?”
“Oh yes Sir,” Chris replied. “As a matter of fact, Mr. Walker was my Sunday School teacher.”
The men exchanged a look of shock before Bill turned to Chris, and confessed, “I’m sorry, you do look familiar to me, but your name doesn’t ring a bell.”
Chris smiled knowingly, “Back then they called me Willie.”
“O Lord,” Bill exclaimed. “Little Willie Smith! Of course, I remember you now!”
“It’s been a long time since anyone’s called me Willie,” Chris chuckled.
Dave exuberantly asserted, “So you guys have some history together?”
“Oh yeah,” Bill nodded. We’ve definitely got some memories.”
Sheepishly, Chris nodded in agreement, “Yeah, some pretty bad memories really.”
Again, confused, Dave asked, “Bad memories?”
“Willie, I mean Chris, was going through a tough time back then,” Bill defended.
“It’s true,” Chris affirmed. “It was probably the lowest time in my life. I was here living with my Aunt, while my parents tried to work out their problems with the law, and each other. I was pretty angry, and I definitely didn’t want to be in church.”
With a look of satisfaction, Dave said, “I guess things changed after you got to know the people here.”
Chris grimaced slightly, “I wish I could say that was true. Honestly, I was hateful to everyone here, especially Mr. Walker. This is part of the reason that I wanted to come back; to apologize, and to let you know that you didn’t waste your time on me.”
Bill’s voice was noticeably softer as he continued, “As I remember, you went back to your parents. I guess they got their issues worked out.”
“Not really,” Chris replied. “My Aunt sent me back because she said that I was unmanageable. Things got a lot worse after that. My father eventually went to jail, and the courts took me away from my Mom. I was raised in a Foster home after that.”
Dave almost seemed to be pleading, “So,I guess they got you back in church?”
“No, they were good people, but they weren’t church people,” he said.
“So how do you go from where you were to a Christian Rock band?” Bill asked.
“By the time I was taken from my mother, I was so angry, and depressed that I was thinking about killing myself. I had actually planned it out, but then I remembered something you showed us in class,” he said turning toward Bill. “Do you remember the string that you had that stretched all the way across the room, with the little piece of string hanging from the middle of it?”
“Oh sure,” Bill nodded. “I still have that in my classroom to teach kids about how short this life is compared to eternity.”
“Well it works,” Chris declared. “I remembered that picture in my mind, and I realized that killing myself might end the pain of this life, but that it would simply be trading it for an eternity of pain. That depressed me even more, but then I remembered when you taught about the prodigal son, and you said that no matter what happens you can always come home to Jesus. I couldn’t think of anything else to do, so that night, alone in my bedroom, I asked Him to come into my life, and to help me. And He did.”
Dave could see Bill’s eyes filling with tears, as he exclaimed, “Wow, what a great testimony.”
“You know Chris gives his testimony at every concert, and we’ve seen hundreds of kids give their hearts to the Lord,” Tom added. “Many of them talk about how someone once told them about Jesus, but that it wasn’t until they reached the bottom that they were willing to call out for help. As a matter of fact we wrote a song about it for our second CD.”
“Wow!” Dave gasped.
“Yeah, it’s called “Believing for the Harvest,” Chris added. “I thought of how Mr. Walker’s ministry had touched my life, and I knew that he’d probably never know about it. It struck me that there are a lot of faithful servants out there who pour themselves into kids, without ever knowing whether they’re making a difference. I guess I wanted to honor their service and their faith.”
Pulling out a CD from his case, Tom said, “I just remembered that Chris wrote a little dedication for the song that we put on the CD cover. It says, ‘This song is dedicated to Mr. Bill Walker, and to diligent servants like him, who are faithful to sow and water, knowing that they may never get to witness the harvest. They will never fully understand the impact their lives have made until they get to their Father in Heaven’.”
Bill could no longer contain the tears, as Chris warmly embraced him, “Thank you Mr. Walker.”
“Thank you Willie,” he whispered.
As the two men separated, Tom stepped up and hugged Bill as well, “I want to thank you too Mr. Walker.”
“For what?” he queried.
“Well, Chris is the one who led me to the Lord, so I figure that I also owe you some thanks.”
“God bless you son,” Bill cried.
As the men separated, Chris declared, “We really need to go help the guys set up the stage; maybe we can get together afterward, and talk some more.”
“That would be great,” Bill said as he wiped his eyes.
As Chris and Tom headed out the door, Dave turned to Bill, and smiled, “Where were we?”
Bill smiled sheepishly, and replied, “I believe that I was saying how excited I was about tonight’s outreach, and how I can’t wait to get back into class on Sunday morning.”
Dave’s expression grew more serious, and with his voice was filled with emotion, as he said, “God bless you Bill.”
Tears once again began to flow, as Bill choked, “God bless you Dave.”
Us and Them
September 18, 2025 by bjcorbin
I have found that we as people tend to listen to testimonies differently than we do sermons. When we’re aware that someone is trying to influence our perspective there is a guardedness that rises up in order to protect our core values. We naturally evaluate the source of this new information, to see if it seems trustworthy or whether it might pose some type of threat.
We generally listen with a degree of skepticism until we establish some sense of connection to the provider of this alternate viewpoint. If internal alarms begin to sound in our head, it becomes very difficult to receive anything, regardless of the content of the message.
On the other hand, when someone tells their story we tend to be less guarded and to look for points of connection with their experience. When they speak of struggling as a child, we often recall our struggles as a child. When they testify to moments of despair, we generally remember our moments of despair. And when they share their moments of triumph, we are often reminded of our own redemption story. Even if their journey is very different than ours, we can relate to points of it in a very personal way.
I would describe these two dynamics as the “Us and Them” paradigms. New information is generally received through the “Them” portal (e.g. that’s your opinion, that’s your experience, that’s your interpretation, that’s fine for you, but…) until that data and its source are vetted through our internal filtering system. Once credibility is established, we can shift to the “Us” portal, where these things can be viewed as trustworthy and pertinent to our own experience.
I would also suggest that we tend to interpret the scriptures through these same information biases. We are naturally drawn to the passages about God’s faithfulness and the promises He’s made. We receive them through the “Us” bias because we view them as pertaining to us, and our lives.
But warnings about unfaithful Israel and the folly of the Pharisees are usually viewed through the “Them” lens, as we struggle to place ourselves in those contexts. There is a natural inclination to push such incrimination away from us. Within this pattern, God’s promises to His covenant people are banked in our account as part of our inheritance, yet somehow His warnings of straying hearts and a love of temporal things are seen as “Them” issues.
We’ve even developed theologies based on the idea that Israel’s unfaithfulness disqualified them from God’s promises, while God’s grace somehow justifies us in spite our own lack of fidelity. Once again, their transgressions are viewed through the “Them” lens (i.e. as pertaining to a certain people at a specific time and place), while God’s enduring patience is received through the “Us” channel (i.e. transcendent to time and space).
This pattern becomes even more troubling when viewed through the context of Jesus’ return. There are so many scriptures that appear to be warnings for individuals who count themselves as believers, or followers, or even disciples. Passages referencing a people who possess a form of godliness but deny the power thereof (2Tim.3:5), or who honor Jesus with their lips, but whose hearts are far from Him (Matt.15:8), and/or those who do things in His name, but don’t really know Him (Matt.7:21-23). Yet, if we process these words through the “Them” paradigm, refusing to entertain the possibility that He’s speaking to “Us”, we’re not likely to heed those cautions.
Similarly, the gospels prominently feature tales of Jesus’ adversarial relationship with the religious leaders of His day (i.e., Pharisees, Sadducees). His strong rebuke of their hubris and haughty attitude is obviously a cautionary tale for anyone who might assume the mantle of leadership within the church.
Yet the sad history of western religion is littered with corrupt, perverse, and even abusive leaders, who claim to represent Christ. It is not as if this topic is subtly addressed or thinly veiled within the scripture, but clearly the warnings have not been heeded. I have little doubt that this type of counsel is generally viewed through the “Them” lens.
Despite the fact that many Christians would say that we are fast approaching, or perhaps even living amid the “end times”, there seems to be little concern with regard to the Lord’s admonishments to the seven churches in the book of Revelation. Who is He speaking to with these warnings? What does it mean to forsake our first love (Rev.2:1-7), who are the false prophets that threaten to lead us astray (Rev.2:18-29), and what causes Him to view us as “lukewarm” (Rev.3:14-22)? If we process these words through the “Them” paradigm, we run the risk of being spewed from His mouth.
Paul asserted that “all scripture” is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training (2Tim.3:16), while the Hebrew writer reminds us that every good father chastens their children (Heb.12:5-8). If we want to claim the promises as our own, we must also be willing to receive the training and correction of the Lord. We cannot afford to have “Us” scriptures and “Them” scriptures, as we need to hear what the Spirit of the Lord is saying to the church in this very hour (Rev.2-3). If the only thing we can receive from Him is promises, blessings, or encouragement we diminish His role from that of a Father to that of a Sugar Daddy.
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