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Have you ever met someone who loves their city?
I
love people who love their city. Their attitude is infectious. Their
contributions are invaluable. And I trust them. You can always count on
those who love their city to take the people around them into
consideration before making decisions. They are the people who always
seem to have the skinny on what is going on in the community. They are
aware of new developments, new businesses, new faces and many, if not
all, of the social hot spots and goings on. They read the "local"
section of the newspaper not simply to download more information, but
because they genuinely care about what is going on in their city. They
are the ones most likely to serve on community development teams. And
the best of them are always looking for ways to add meaning and value
to community life. I love city lovers. And I get the feeling that God
does too.
The other morning I came across a passage that intrigued me. It is Psalm 102:12-14:
“But you, O Lord, sit
enthroned forever; your renown endures through all generations. You will arise
and have compassion on Zion, for it is time to show favor to her; the appointed
time has come. For her stones are dear to your servants, her very dust moves
them to pity.”
In reading this passage, I am struck by
the great love of the people for their city. We are told that each
stone was precious to them. Indeed, their hearts longed for its very
dust.
And perhaps even more
interestingly, the Psalmist appears to appeal to God's mercy on the
basis of their love for their city. In other words, he appears
confident that God is more likely to restore Jerusalem and bless its
people if He knows that the people love their city, as he does. Very
interesting.
It makes me wonder how often our prayers asking God to bless our lives and our ministries fall on the deaf
ears of a God who waits for someone to come along who will love their
city more than themselves. My mind immediately goes to men like
Nehemiah, who when moved by compassion for his city, selflessly rushed
to its aid, risking his life to lead the people in rebuilding its great
walls; or Joseph, who in his faithfulness in selflessly serving others,
God rose to political power in order to save hundreds of thousands of
lives through the careful stewardship of Egypt's resources.
In my personal opinion, I think love for one's city is a fundamental requirement for spiritual leadership.
What we are talking about here is a God-given burden for one's local
context. As we draw near to God, our heart becomes more and more
aligned with his own. As we walk down the street, shop for groceries,
pick up our kids from school, or sit at the local coffee shop, our
hearts ought to burn for those around us with the same kind of loving
intensity that burned in Paul as he walked through Athens.
This burden for our city ought to be
the rallying point of our personal ministry. When things get
exceptionally hard - when monies counted on are suddenly gone, when
staff positions have to be cut, when trusted friends leave our side,
when expectations are failed, when we experience failure, when our
critics mount up against us, when we on the brink of burn out and don't
think we can go on any longer - it is our personal call to the people
of our city that we must keep coming back to. When we feel beaten and
bloodied by the battles and burdens of leadership, we must fall to our
knees and see the faces of those in our city - the broken and hurting
all around us.
Perhaps God is just waiting for someone to come along who will be faithful to love your city well.