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I had two different men disciple me in college.
The first took me through ministry materials
each week, along with the “mandatory” one on
one we’d agreed on. At the end of my
freshmen year, he graduated, we shook
hands, and I’ve never heard from him since.
That experience taught me that discipleship
involves giving a young believer some
direction, yes, but requires the pouring out of
some affection too. Later in college, God gave
me a second man, Buzz (that’s right, Buzz)
Underwood, as my discipler and who loved
me in spite of myself. I’d never met someone
who cared, served, prayed and invested in my
life like Buzz did. He didn’t do it to impress
others or even out of obedience to God; he did
it because he enjoyed being with me — the
highest compliment you can pay anyone.
Buzz was the apostle Paul at my college and if
you were going to hang with him, you would
instantly be labeled a Christian extremist and
inevitably be ostracized by certain campus
factions. Like a modern day Dr. Jekyll and Mr.
Hyde, part of me still wanted to be cool and
accepted by my fraternity brothers and at the
same time appear spiritually radical to the
other Christians on campus. Buzz helped me
change all that with his version of shock
therapy discipleship taken from the Apostle
Paul’s second letter to Timothy, his young
disciple. Even though my safe, comfortable life
was traumatized, I forever learned three of
Buzz’s paradigm shifting secrets of turning
Christians into disciples.
Secret #1: Expose the
Embarrassment
Buzz was a senior ROTC student who
doubled as a Resident Assistant in a men’s
dorm, but from all appearances he had as his
primary goal in life to show me how
ashamed I was of the gospel. One night as I
was coming over to his dorm for our weekly
small group, Buzz happened to hop on the
elevator at the last second. Instead of greeting
me, he casually leaned up against the side of
the crowded elevator and acting like he didn’t
know me, said, “Hey buddy. What’s that in your
hand?”
Of course, all 12 sets of eyes were glued to
the flashing floor numbers above, pretending
they weren’t listening to every single
word exchanged between Buzz and I.
Pausing to catch my breath, I sheepishly
responded in a low voice,
“It’s a Bible, Buzz.”
“A Bible!” he shouted, “That’s not that
stuff that talks about Jesus Christ being the
Son of God, is it?!”
After turning 18 shades of red, I finally lowered
my head and whispered, “Yeah, Buzz. That’s
what it says.”
He wasn’t through with his thrashing, though,
and added, “You don’t really believe
that stuff, do you?” Luckily, the door to our floor
opened and I was rescued from having to
answer his final question.
Even though I wanted to vanish from the face
of the earth during those painfully drawn-out
seconds on the elevator, I later was very
grateful to Buzz, who exposed my
unwillingness to totally identify with
Jesus Christ, the Scriptures and ─ Buzz
himself. As cruel as it seems, he was only
trying to help me, even as the Apostle Paul
challenged young Timothy, to “not be
ashamed to testify about our Lord, or be
ashamed of me His prisoner, but join with me
in suffering for the gospel, by the power of
God. (2 Timothy 1:8). Little did I know that my
training had just begun. . . .
Secret #2: Prepare for Impact
A few weeks later Buzz asked me to go with
him to visit a resident assistant friend of his in
a nearby dorm. I agreed ─ not fully
comprehending yet that Buzz was into
teaching me “object lessons” wherever we
went! So up we zoomed to the 10th story, but
when the elevator door opened, we couldn’t
get out because of the 60 freshmen packed in
together, waiting for a floor meeting to begin.
As we squeezed out from the closing elevator,
I looked around at the sea of guys sitting and
staring up at us. Instantly, Buzz’s friend
recognized us and said, “Buzz, good to have
you with us tonight. I’ll turn it over to you.”
Without hesitation, Buzz, imitating a late night
talk show host, warmed up the crowd by
announcing, “It’s great to be with you guys. I
want to introduce our speaker tonight, Steve
Shadrach.” He then turned to me, and through
his devious smile simply says… “Steve.”
Shocked and appalled, I rotated my head from
Buzz’s smirk to the waiting eyes of my young
audience. “Well…. it is, uh, good to be with,
uh, you guys tonight”, nervously stuttering and
stalling all the way.
I really don’t recall details of what I said over
the next 15 minutes or so, but I do remember
gaining enough presence of mind to move
into my personal testimony and then into a
gospel explanation. Later, it was obvious to
me that this was a total set up and that Buzz
was trying to “prime the pump” by putting me
in a situation to see if I would be willing and
able to share my faith ─ without
even a moment’s notice.
Again, I see a parallel in how hesitant and
timid Timothy was, but still Paul exhorted him
in 2 Timothy 4:2 to “preach the Word; be ready
in season and out of season…” I was starting
to see this Great Commission thing was 24
hours a day, seven days a week and Buzz was
preparing me to impact others for Christ
anywhere, anytime. He knew, though, that the
outer witness was only as strong as the
inward character and although I pretended to
be modest, I still had an ego the size of
Texas…
Secret # 3: Love the Unlovable
You see, I thought I was the campus
Billy Graham until I met Buzz, and even though
I was like a wild bucking bronco when it came
to respecting or submitting to his spiritual
leadership, he never gave up on me. Buzz and
I lived together my senior year where he would
constantly make my bed and fix the meals. I
repaid his kindnesses by begrudgingly sitting
in his early-morning Bible study with a blanket
wrapped around my head to protest the
indecent hour.
Once, during a prayer walk we took together,
in the middle of his very sincere petition, I
glared at his bowed head and scoffed, “You’re
the biggest phony I’ve ever met!” If there
was ever a time I deserved for someone to
call me a slimy imbecile and whack me, it was
then. Instead, he patiently smiled, put his
hand on my shoulder, looked right into my
eyes — and soul — then quietly uttered four
unbelievable words, “I love you, Steve.”
That was the final straw. All of my defenses
totally broke down and my rebellious heart
melted into surrender as I finally grasped how
authentic his love was for me. Like Jesus,
instead of striking back, he absorbed my
assault and extended kindness in return. In 2
Timothy 2:24-25, Paul instructed Timothy to do
likewise: “The Lord’s bondservant must not be
quarrelsome, but be kind to all, able to teach,
patient when wrong, with gentleness
correcting those who are in opposition.” I
realized that I had been against leadership
unless, of course, I was the leader! The real
phony was staring back at me in the mirror as
I tried to hide my arrogance with a humility
performance that could have won me an
Oscar.
Finally broken, I remember the exact day and
place I was walking in front of the school
library where I made the once and for
all decision that I would be one
person—not two! I’d been playing both sides
of the fence but, with Buzz’s help, was
determined not to allow other’s opinions to
paralyze me any longer. From that point on, I
was going to walk toward my fears, forsaking
my “esteemed reputation” in favor of suffering
for the gospel, like Paul modeled to Timothy.
Renouncing my agenda to fulfill God’s, I
yearned for Him to light the flame of revival on
my campus, but ultimately understood that He
wanted to use my life as the fuel.
Buzz’s version of shock therapy discipleship
had dramatically impacted me. I’m not saying
it’s the best approach for everyone, but
sometimes moving from simply a “run of the
mill” Christian to a radical disciple requires
drastic measures.
Thanks Buzz!
Copyright © 2002 Steve Shadrach. All rights
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