No One Ever Told Me
Invest Anyway

Published
1 year agoon

Sometimes leaders come in unexpected packages.
Toward the beginning of 2023, I had three separate conversations with three different women in our church. Each of them brought up in one way or another that they desired to learn how to write a sermon.
Not exactly the emerging leaders I was looking for.
From a strategic perspective, I’ve always been encouraged to invest in younger leaders. Not that the older generation is unimportant, but it does makes sense that with limited time and resources, we should focus on raising up those emerging leaders who will be able to influence people for Jesus for decades to come. So, what was I supposed to do with these three women? Two have grandkids and all three are old enough to get a discount on their breakfast at IHOP.
There were younger people in the church I wanted to develop. There were other leaders to which I thought it would be smarter to devote my time. But after praying, I couldn’t shake it: God was clearly asking me to invest in these women.
Before long, I was meeting with the group in an upstairs classroom at the church, teaching them my approach to sermon development (an approach influenced by both Andy Stanley’s Communicating for a Change, and my dad, who is one of the best preachers I know).
When God leads me to people I wouldn’t normally gravitate to, invest anyway. When it’s surprising and seems to contradict my leadership strategy books, invest anyway.
They each completed the three-month-long class last fall, having written a sermon of their own. Each of their sermons reflected countless hours of prayer, Bible study, writing and re-writing and re-writing again. Now, whether they share at a mid-week service, a special event, or a Sunday morning, they each have a message burning in their hearts that they are ready to preach.
I am excited to see what comes next for them. But I’m also walking away with a new resolve: I want to invest where God is calling me to invest.
When God leads me to people I wouldn’t normally gravitate to, invest anyway. When it’s surprising and seems to contradict my leadership strategy books, invest anyway.
If you look at who Jesus called and invested in, His choices surely shocked a lot of people. When you look at who I was when He chose me, that was pretty shocking too. I’m so grateful Jesus didn’t cater to the opinions of others and chose me anyway. I’m also thankful for ministry leaders like my dad, my mentor Steve Moore, and my long-time pastor Gary Khan. When God prompted them, and even when my potential was hard to see, they invested anyway.

Levi Thompson
Levi Thompson serves as the lead pastor at Desert Streams Church in Canyon Country, CA. Following a life-changing encounter with God at 17, Levi became passionate about facilitating transformative experiences with God for others and inspiring them to pursue their God-given destinies. Levi enjoys sharing life’s adventures and the ministry journey with his wife, Katie, and their two children, Noah (13) and Mia (8).
No One Ever Told Me
Pastors Get Depressed Too

Published
2 weeks agoon
April 25, 2025By
Bart Bentley
“You pastors are all the same,” the counselor said, opening the door so I could leave. “You wait too long to get help. Bart, you should have been here six months ago.” He smiled at me, shook my hand, and I left. My first counseling appointment for depression was finished, as were my failed efforts to fix myself by myself.
Too often it is assumed that pastors are immune to such mental ailments as depression or anxiety. It is thought that their connection with God should be sufficient to sustain them. If a pastor does, in fact, succumb to a mental ailment, it is evidence that their relationship with the Lord is deficient in some way. Personally, I have never subscribed to that train of thought – at least consciously. But subconsciously, it has felt true. Shouldn’t the solution to mental issues be found in prayer or at the altar or in fasting and meditating on scripture? After all, there are many awe-inspiring testimonies of people being delivered by God through all these things. Yet by early 2021, I had done all I knew how to do spiritually, and it still felt like the wheels were coming off of my life.
Too often it is assumed that pastors are immune to such mental ailments as depression or anxiety.
Looking back, it is clear why despair crept in when it did. The way in which I conducted ministry left me constantly depleted with no reserve for emergencies. When the pandemic hit, it took an intense and sustained effort for me to lead well through the controversies and challenges. The church recovered nicely. I didn’t.
My mentality became progressively darker. By the time 2021 arrived, all the exits from my downward spiral toward darkness seemed to be barred shut. It affected everything: my family, the church, even my physical health. My behavior was noticeably different – I was losing the ability to act like myself, let alone be myself. It seemed there was no way out, and my despair had become so strong that I was becoming worried my family and church would get caught in the inevitable implosion.
In prayer, I asked God to release me from ministry. The church needed an attentive and functional pastor, and I was no longer that person. But in prayer, God very clearly denied my request. This happened repeatedly. At the time I couldn’t understand why God felt so silent and distant when I asked Him to lift my darkness yet responded loud and clear when it came to my staying in ministry. Nonetheless, I knew I needed to have a discussion with my board of elders.
I have never dreaded a board meeting as much as I did that one. A “Personal Update” was at the bottom of the agenda. When we reached that part of the meeting, the room grew silent. I struggled for the words to open the conversation, and gradually they came. The elders listened without a word as their pastor – the one who should have it all together – told them of his mental struggles. I confessed that I was still declining and was at a loss as to what to do. My wife also shared some candid observations. I ended with the fact that I had prayed and prayed but felt I wasn’t supposed to resign.
… my despair had become so strong that I was becoming worried my family and church would get caught in the inevitable implosion.
One of the elders broke the silence: “I don’t think you are supposed to resign either. But you can’t go on like this.” One by one, the elders proceeded to ask careful questions and share helpful comments. They lovingly (but quite firmly) directed me to outside counseling. I remember one elder gently bringing up the fact that I have directed dozens of people to counseling over the years and that I should not resist when the same was being done for me. I agreed with her though I dreaded meeting with a counselor. The elders prayed for me and the meeting concluded. I reluctantly found a counselor familiar with clergy issues and made an appointment.
When the topic of pastoral depression comes up among church leaders, I try to share two points in case someone is struggling under the radar. First, outside counseling is invaluable. Pastors have many reasons (or excuses) for resisting it. I certainly did. But past a certain point, we cannot fix ourselves. It’s like asking a cardiologist to perform open heart surgery on themselves; it doesn’t work. The second point I try to make is that there should be a trusted church leader who regularly checks up on the pastor’s mental wellbeing. Pastors have a tendency to hide their own struggles.
It was in counseling that I began to realize that much of my depression was the result of my own choices. Overwork, a complete lack of ministerial boundaries, self-imposed social isolation, a sedentary lifestyle, and a propensity to worry had all contributed. Progress in changing these habits came slowly (and still does).
… past a certain point, we cannot fix ourselves.
Depression has a sinister way of being self-perpetuating. Every effort is harder than it otherwise should be, and I had been inactive for too long. The shock of needing counseling jumpstarted me into action. My efforts were feeble at first: I began to exercise, walking on a trail or treadmill for a mile. I made myself talk to people outside church, even when I didn’t really want to. I began to regulate my self-talk, limit caffeine, and take a proper sabbath. These were very imperfect efforts, and in many cases left me utterly exhausted. But they were the beginning of a journey toward healthy and godly routines – routines that began to push the depression away.
Many months after that pivotal board meeting, I woke up one morning to a strange sensation: I felt rested and full of energy. I was eager to get the day started. I practically jumped out of bed before I took time to recognize that something had changed. What was it? Then the thought hit me: This is what it feels like to look forward to the day. I had completely forgotten what that felt like. The realization hit like an emotional load of bricks, but in a good way. There really is a way out of the darkness!
About the Author

Bart Bentley
Bart Bentley was born and raised in Tujunga, California. After graduating from Eugene Bible College (now New Hope Christian College), he married Erin McElwee, and together they pastored students in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, for sixteen years. In 2013 he accepted a call to become the lead pastor at Journey Church Ministries in Loves Park, Illinois. Bart and Erin have three children; their eldest daughter is currently attending college in Dubuque, Iowa.
No One Ever Told Me
Planted and Plucked Up: Surrendering Expectations in Church Planting

Published
8 months agoon
September 1, 2024
Church planting always starts with a “yes.” We say yes and step out in faith to build a church – His church. The words of my collegiate pastor echo in my mind: “There will come a time when you have the chance to write God a blank check for your life.” My husband and I had a chance to live out Jesus’ words in Luke 9:24: “For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will save it” (NIV). We signed our blank check on life to follow Him by saying “yes” to joining our closest friends in a journey to plant Seek City Church in Burlington, Vermont.

Burlington is one of the most unchurched cities in the United States. There is a darkness over this city originating from many things: crime, drug addiction, homelessness, New Age spirituality, and deep-seated church hurt. Our team had a fresh vision and mountains of faith. We had leaders and coaches speaking life into us, encouraging us, and building us up to carry out this vision of salvation for the Northeast. We expected our church to be booming, that we’d start a movement that would spread like wildfire. Unfortunately, these expectations became my goal in our ministry – and everything else took a backseat.
I started feeling buried by the traditions and expectations of what a “successful” church plant looks like.
It starts with “yes,” but how does our “yes” fare when expectations are not met? When doors begin to close? When vision just isn’t enough? When strategy has run out? When we remain steadfast and the growth that everyone says will come…doesn’t? For us, planting began to feel like being buried. The soil was heavy with the lack of growth of our team, financial stress, distance from family and support, job loss, and a personal ongoing battle with infertility. These challenges made the already laborious journey of church planting seem nearly impossible. I started feeling buried by the traditions and expectations of what a “successful” church plant looks like.

I thought we needed the building, lights, signage, social media presence, and all other modern amenities, and I worked hard to obtain these things. But I was missing the one thing, besides Jesus, that we needed – the people! I was creating a place that looked and operated like all the churches I had seen, for people who wanted nothing to do with that kind of church. I was busy building a place for people to come, to fit neatly into this church box, when that wasn’t what the people in my city needed. That wasn’t who they needed us to be. That wasn’t who God needed us to be. In my well-meaning efforts, I didn’t let God lead me to reach people the way He wanted me to. The Lord began speaking the words from 1 Corinthians 3:7 into my heart: “So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow.” When we said yes to the church plant, all the Lord was asking was for us to be obedient in following Him to fulfill the Great Commission. He didn’t ask us to have a foolproof strategy or methodical plans. He asked us to walk with Him and watch Him give the growth, especially when the growth looked nothing like we had planned.

It is worth it to follow Him when our plan doesn’t work out, when the church has no new visitors for weeks or months on end. It is worth it to surrender our expectations, and everyone else’s, for what He wants for His church. Maybe all the work, stress, worry, and doubt is for the one He wants – one person, one life, one encounter, one moment. Isn’t the uncertainty of our plan and the perceived failure of our efforts worth the one? Maybe instead of rows of seats filled with eager hearts, it’s all just for one seat, one heart. Would that be enough? Would you still say yes?
Maybe all the work, stress, worry, and doubt is for the one He wants – one person, one life, one encounter, one moment
God, being gracious and merciful, led us out of our planting season. In His sovereignty, He plucked us up from our mission field, and is continuing to lead us through a season of transition. The Lord has taught me that following Him will look nothing like we expect, and I praise Him for it. Church, I’d challenge you with this: Do we dare rethink tradition in order to reach the unreachable? Are we forsaking the “one” for the image of a successful church? How is the Lord stirring the hearts of the church to think differently in order to look, love and lead differently? Psalm 77:13 says “Your way, O God, is holy”. I pray that we all would follow His way, and not our own.
About the Author

Erika VanArtsdalen
Erika VanArtsdalen is a follower of Jesus, wife to her husband Kelly, and church planter. She has been blessed with ministry opportunities around the country, such as leading youth and collegiate ministry in Ohio, serving a new church plant in North Carolina, and launching Seek City Church in Vermont. Erika enjoys serving children with disabilities in her community in her day job as a speech language pathologist. She also loves spending time with her family, baking, finding new coffee shops, and playing with her English bulldog, Myla. Erika and her husband recently relocated to Buffalo, New York, to begin another church planting journey!
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Plantados y Arrancados: Cómo renunciar a nuestras expectativas en la plantación de iglesias

Published
8 months agoon
September 1, 2024
La plantación de iglesias siempre comienza con un «sí». Decimos sí y salimos con fe para establecer una iglesia – Su iglesia. Las palabras de mi pastor de la universidad resuenan en mi mente: «Llegará un momento en el que tendrás la oportunidad de escribirle a Dios un cheque en blanco para tu vida”. Mi esposo y yo tuvimos la oportunidad de vivir realmente las palabras de Jesús en Lucas 9:24: «Porque todo el que quiera salvar su vida, la perderá; y todo el que pierda su vida por causa de mí, este la salvará.» (RVR1960). Firmamos nuestro cheque en blanco de la vida para seguirle diciendo «sí» a unirnos a nuestros amigos más cercanos en un viaje para plantar Seek City Church en Burlington, Vermont.

Burlington es una de las ciudades con menos iglesias en los Estados Unidos. Hay una oscuridad sobre esta ciudad derivada de muchas causas: la delincuencia, la drogadicción, la falta de vivienda, la espiritualidad de la Nueva Era y un arraigado dolor en la iglesia. Nuestro equipo contaba con una visión fresca y montañas de fe. Teníamos líderes y entrenadores que nos daban vida, nos animaban y nos edificaban para cumplir con la visión de salvación del noreste. Esperábamos que nuestra iglesia floreciera, que iniciásemos un movimiento que se extendiera como un fuego arrasador. Desafortunadamente, estas expectativas se convirtieron en mi meta en nuestro ministerio, y todo lo demás pasó a ocupar un segundo plano.
Empecé a sentirme sepultada por las tradiciones y las expectativas de lo que es una plantación de iglesias «exitosa».
Comienza con un «sí», pero ¿cómo reacciona nuestro «sí» cuando no se cumplen las expectativas, cuando las puertas empiezan a cerrarse, cuando la visión no es suficiente, cuando la estrategia se ha agotado, cuando nos mantenemos firmes y el crecimiento que todos dicen que llegará… y no llega? Para nosotros, plantar empezó a ser como estar enterrados. La falta de crecimiento de nuestro equipo, el estrés financiero, la distancia de la familia y el apoyo, la pérdida del trabajo y una batalla personal continua contra la infertilidad hacían del terreno una carga pesada. Estos desafíos hacían que el ya laborioso viaje de plantar una iglesia pareciera casi imposible. Empecé a sentirme sepultada por las tradiciones y las expectativas de lo que es una plantación de iglesias «exitosa».

Pensé que necesitábamos el edificio, las luces, la publicidad, la presencia en las redes sociales y todas las demás comodidades modernas, y trabajé duro para conseguir estas cosas. Pero aparte de Jesús, me faltaba la única cosa que necesitábamos: ¡la gente! Estaba creando un lugar que parecía y funcionaba como todas las iglesias que había visto, para personas que no querían tener nada que ver con ese tipo de iglesia. Estaba ocupado construyendo un lugar para que la gente viniera, para que encajara perfectamente en esta iglesia, cuando eso no era lo que la gente de mi ciudad necesitaba. Eso no era lo que ellos necesitaban que fuéramos. Eso no era lo que Dios necesitaba que fuéramos. En mis esfuerzos bien intencionados, no dejé que Dios me guiara para alcanzar a la gente de la manera que Él quería. El Señor comenzó a hablar a mi corazón las palabras de 1 Corintios 3:7: «Así que ni el que planta es algo, ni el que riega, sino Dios, que da el crecimiento.». Cuando dijimos «sí» a la plantación de la iglesia, todo lo que el Señor nos pedía era que fuéramos obedientes en seguirle para cumplir la Gran Comisión. No nos pidió que tuviéramos una estrategia infalible o planes metódicos. Nos pidió que camináramos con Él y viéramos cómo Él daba el crecimiento, especialmente cuando el crecimiento no lucía como lo habíamos planeado.

Vale la pena seguirle cuando nuestro plan no funciona, cuando la iglesia no tiene nuevos visitantes durante semanas o meses. Vale la pena renunciar a nuestras expectativas, y a las de los demás, por lo que Él quiere para Su iglesia. Tal vez todo el trabajo, el estrés, la preocupación y la duda es para lo que Él quiere: una persona, una vida, un encuentro, un momento. ¿Acaso no vale la pena la incertidumbre de nuestro plan y la sensación de fracaso de nuestros esfuerzos? Quizá en lugar de filas de asientos llenos de corazones ansiosos, todo sea sólo por un asiento, un corazón. ¿Sería eso suficiente? ¿Seguiría diciendo «sí»?
Tal vez todo el trabajo, el estrés, la preocupación y la duda es para lo que Él quiere: una persona, una vida, un encuentro, un momento.
Dios, lleno de gracia y misericordia, guio a nuestro equipo fuera de nuestra temporada de siembra. En Su soberanía, Él nos arrancó de nuestro campo misionero y nos llevó a una nueva ciudad para amar de manera diferente. Este año, nos hemos comprometido a llevar a Jesús a Buffalo, Nueva York. El Señor me ha enseñado que no se parecerá en nada a lo que esperamos, y le alabo por ello. Iglesia, me gustaría desafiarnos a todos con esto: ¿Nos atreveremos a reexaminar la tradición para alcanzar lo inalcanzable? Sin quererlo, ¿hemos estado abandonando al «uno» por la imagen de una iglesia de éxito? ¿Cómo está moviendo el Señor el corazón de Su Iglesia para que piense, mire, ame y dirija de manera diferente? El Salmo 77:13 dice: «Oh Dios, santo es tu camino.». Oro para que todos elijamos seguir Su camino y no el nuestro.
Sobre la Autora

Erika VanArtsdalen
Erika VanArtsdalen es una discípula de Jesús, esposa de Kelly y plantadora de iglesias. Ha sido bendecida con oportunidades de ministerio en todo el país, como dirigir el ministerio de jóvenes y universitarios en Ohio, servir en una nueva plantación de iglesia en Carolina del Norte y lanzar Seek City Church en Vermont. Erika disfruta sirviendo a niños con discapacidades dentro de su comunidad durante su jornada laboral diaria como patóloga del lenguaje. También disfruta el pasar tiempo con su familia, la repostería, descubrir nuevas cafeterías, y jugar con su bulldog inglés, Myla. Erika y su esposo se mudaron recientemente a Buffalo, Nueva York, ¡para comenzar otro viaje de plantación de Iglesias!