Saturday, May 24, 2008

Possum of Discernment

This is a prophetic picture. The unfortunate creature is the Possum of Discernment and the nefarious line-painting executioner that prematurely and unceremoniously crushed out its life and dignity would be any revival machine with the words “judge not” painted in big red letters on its side.

The reason why discernment could be pictured as an (o)possum came to me while listening to a very balanced speech last week about how to process Bentley & the BAM-lets (not to be confused with Bennie & the Jets).

During his sermon, the pastor made the following insightful observation:
“Those of you with the gift of discernment have actually felt like you’re on the wrong side of the fence.

“I believe that God is calling you to refine things and to speak out, but when there’s a wave of excitement going through the room, the last thing you want to do is go—Excuse me, I gotta concern about what’s going on here.

“What you (think you) want to do is just sit down, and shut up, and maybe it would be best—you know—if you just went to another church because you don’t fit in here.”
The pastor was doing his best to value and encourage those with discernment gifts to exercise them even when it’s not the most popular thing to do. And that’s when I thought of the Possum of Discernment.

And why the Possum of Discernment often feels like—and ends up as—Revival Roadkill.

The wave of excitement” often feels more like a thundering tsunami than a slight surge in the surf. And people with genuine gifts of discernment, coupled with some depth of biblical understanding and theology, often just get worn out/worn down by these kind of reactions:
  • You’re resisting/quenching the Spirit.
  • You have a religious spirit (or its variant: Don’t be such a Pharisee).
  • Judge not, lest ye be judged (sometimes accompanied by “thus saith the Lord”).
  • Unity is where God commands the blessing, but you’re sowing division.
  • God often offends the mind to reveal the heart (which, being translated, means “Don’t you get it? Your brain’s in the way. Turn it off.”).
  • The letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life.
  • Have you ever repented of going to Bible college/seminary and getting filled up with man’s wisdom? (Not quite as common, but I was asked this once in all seriousness by a fellow pastor.)
And under the weight of being routinely and repeatedly marinated in these kind of reactions, many with the gift of discernment withdraw and functionally become Possums of Discernment: they sit down, keep quiet, and hope for the best. Which inevitably leads to becoming the Revival Roadkill pictured above.

A book that was tremendously helpful to me was The Subtle Power of Spiritual Abuse. I’ve loaned out my copy numerous times, and have no idea who had it last. Highly recommended.

The book includes a chapter on the all-important question: “Should I stay or should I go” (cue The Clash). I can’t recall the whole check-list that was included in the chapter, but I recall clearly the one line that helped me immensely: “If you came for the first time today, knowing what you now know, would you join [this ministry]? If the answer is a clear NO, why are you staying?”

One thing is for sure: being a Possum of Discernment is to choose passivity, and passive people are the doormat that everyone scrapes their books on. Either decide to stay and ring the four-alarm fire-bell long and loud, or decide that the better part of valor means heeding the advice of Prophet Gump: “Run, Forest! Run!”

Passivity = Possum = Roadkill.