Yesterday, Thursday, I completed a time of formal discipleship with a seminary student. He was required to find a “mentor” for a class called Supervised Field Ministry for the Spring semester so that he could graduate this month. He sent out a few emails, I responded, and we began to meet together several times per week for the last three months.
I don’t think I was exactly what he was expecting. And, this type of formal discipleship is not exactly what I prefer.
The two of us were quite the pair. I’m from the deep south, and he’s from the north. I’ve been a believer for more than 30 years, and he’s been a believer for less than 10 years. He’s single, and I’m married with two children. He’s passionate about evangelism, and I’m just as passionate about relational discipleship. He wants to be a vocational pastor, and I do not want to get paid to pastor.
So, how did two such different people do together? Fine. Very well, actually. No, we don’t see eye to eye on everything, but that’s not what discipleship, love, or unity are about. Instead, we both sought the best for each other. We wanted to help one another grow in maturity in Christ. We found our unity in Christ, not in shared circumstances, situations, or doctrines.
What will happen now? Hopefully, our relationship with continue. I’ve left that ball in his court. I think I have more to learn from him, so I hope we’re able to spend more time together.