(Note: I haven’t seen Gary Eubanks in years. He was a member of the first church I joined after first becoming married in 1988.)
This will sound strange to many people. Religiously bizarre and progressively out of touch to some.
It was selfless and pure. And let’s fan the flame a bit further even – one of the downright manliest things I’ve seen.
There was never a more honorable servant leader at Highland Drive Baptist Church – no one who modeled Christ’s love better. You struck all the younger men (including me) as the kind of man we aspired to become. No hidden agendas. No ego. A single standard of what’s right. A servant. My, how we forget the greater must first become the lesser. I digress.
The entire church body clearly believed all the same things about you. When it came time to cast the votes for deacon that season your name collected more votes than any other. And then you made one of the most honorable and humble gestures I’ve seen the the body of Christ.
You said you’d been previously divorced.
“Let the deacons be the husband of one wife …” 1 Timothy 3:12
You were thus unqualified, you said. Ineligible for the servant role we wished to convey upon you.
Gary, that simple verse could ignite a half dozen different debates today, none of which really interest me here. There’s a much greater behind your action.
You examined your heart, asked the will of your Lord, checked the standard, and decided for yourself that the words citing deacon qualifications simply said what they meant. You decided they were uncomplicated, unobtuse, written as a clear unconfusing communication.
For you, there would be no “WhatAboutism.”
Many would have said, well, let’s check the context, or the translation is confusing … even, well, that was written for a different time. It doesn’t really say what it says.
Not you, sir. The words speak exactly what they mean, you said. If there was error to be made on this important decision in Christ’s church, you would err on the conservative side. You perceived a boundary, and chose not to cross it.
Almost no one does that anymore, Gary. We are a society plagued with “WhatAboutism.”
I’ve reflected on your actions that day so many times. In fact, I view it as one of the most meaningful lessons I’ve learned. It’s easy to complicate some of the simplest things. In what seem times of stress, there’s often no decision to wrestle with at all. And there’s perhaps nothing more important than how we see our own reflection in the mirror every day. What God sees most is the heart. My, oh my, that’s good news.
Sometimes, things are painfully simple.
Thank you for that lesson in how you live.