Editor’s
Note: Andy Stanley hardly needs an
introduction. As Senior Pastor of North Point Community
Church, he leads one of the most dynamic and impactful transformational
churches in
The Birth
of a One-Point Preacher
by Andy
Stanley
I
never felt called to preach. I just volunteered. I wanted to feel called. But
it just never happened for me. Several of my friends felt called while we were
in high school. They went forward during a Sunday night service and shared it
with the congregation. Everybody clapped. Some of them are still in ministry. I
think one of ‘em is in jail.
One afternoon I was driving
somewhere with my dad. After one of those long moments of silence that fathers
and sons have when driving together, I spoke up and said, “Dad, does a person
have to be called into ministry or can they just volunteer?”
He thought for a moment.
“Well, I guess it’s okay to volunteer.”
“Good,” I said. “I would like
to volunteer.” So I did. In fact, it was two volunteer environments that shaped
me as a communicator.
During my sophomore year of
college our youth pastor, Sid Hopkins, asked me if I would help him lead our
Wednesday night student Bible study. That was a really strange request since we
didn’t even have a Wednesday night Bible study. Upon further investigation I
discovered that he wanted me to start
a study for our students. I had never led or taught anything in my life. I was
a whopping two years older than some of the students I would be teaching. But I
agreed to give it a try.
The good thing about being so
young was that I knew what wouldn’t work. Preaching wouldn’t work. Teaching for
twenty or thirty minutes wouldn’t work. A verse by verse Bible study wouldn’t
work. Telling a bunch of stories and tacking on a point wouldn’t work. So I
decided to err on the side of simplicity. Nobody told me how long our “Bible
study” was supposed to last so I didn’t feel compelled to fill up a lot of
time. I had been given a blank page.
On week one about twenty
students showed up. I passed out three by five cards with one verse printed on
one side and one question printed on the other side. The verse for that first
week was John 17:4.
“I GLORIFIED YOU ON THE
EARTH, HAVING ACCOMPLISHED THE WORK WHICH YOU HAVE GIVEN ME TO DO.”
We talked about what it meant
to glorify something. I explained that glorifying the Father was Christ’s chief
purpose for coming and that it should be ours as well. Then I had them turn the
card over and spend thirty seconds thinking about an answer to the following
question: What can I do this week to glorify God in my world?
Then I closed in prayer. The
whole thing took about fifteen minutes. One point. One question. One
application. Everybody stayed awake. Everybody was engaged. Everybody could
remember what the lesson was about. Sid was a bit concerned about the brevity.
But the next week the crowd grew. And it kept growing. Every week I handed out
a card with a verse and a question. No music. No pizza. We didn’t even have a
PA system. That was my first experience as a communicator. It taught me a
valuable lesson that would be reiterated a few years later.
In 1981 I moved to
I spent hours pouring over
the story. I drew upon my vast knowledge as a first semester seminarian. I went
to the library and researched the Arameans. I had pages of notes. I had an
outline that went something like this: Naaman’s Problem, Naaman’s Pride,
Namaan’s Plea, Namaan’s Proof. I was so overprepared.
The night before I was to
give the message I was down beside my bed praying. I started praying for the
students I was going to speak to the next day. I didn’t know any of them
personally, but I knew that from their perspective this was going to be just
another chapel led by yet another unknown chapel speaker. Yawn. As I was
praying, it occurred to me that they weren’t going to remember one thing I said
five minutes after I said it. I had spent hours preparing a lesson that no one
was going to remember! What a waste of time and energy.
I got up off my knees, sat
back down at my desk and determined not to let that happen. I got rid of my
alliterated points and boiled it down to one idea. Then I worked on it until I
had crafted a statement upon which I could hang the entire message.
The next day I told the
story. I concluded with the idea that sometimes God will ask us to do things we
don’t understand. And that the only way to fully understand is to obey. We will
all look back with a sigh of relief or feel the pain of regret. Then I
delivered my statement: To understand why, submit and apply. I repeated it
several times. I had them repeat it. Then I closed.
When I left the platform that
day I knew I had connected. What I didn’t realize at the time was that I had
stumbled onto something that would shape my approach to communication.
Two years later, on a Sunday
morning, a college student walked up to me and said, “Hey, you’re that guy. You
spoke at my high school chapel.” Then he paused, collected his thoughts and
said, “To understand why, submit and apply.” He smiled, “I still remember,” he
said. Then he turned and walked away. He didn’t remember my name. I never knew
his. None of that mattered. What mattered was that those thirty minutes in
chapel two years earlier were not a waste of time after all. One simple,
well-crafted truth had found its mark in the heart of a high school student.
That Sunday morning was a
defining moment. Since then I have prepared hundreds of outlines and preached
hundreds of sermons. But my goal has been the same since that exasperating
night in my efficiency apartment wrestling with the story of Namaan. Every time
I stand to communicate I want to take one simple truth and lodge it in the
heart of the listener. I want them to know that one thing and know what to do
with it.
Adapted from Communicating
for a Change by Andy Stanley and Lane Jones (c) 2006 by North
Point Ministries, Inc. Used by permission of Multnomah Publishers, Inc.
Excerpt may not be reproduced without the prior written of Multnomah
Publishers, Inc.


