failure post

A couple of weeks ago, Facebook brought back this picture we had posted back in the fall of 2013. I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was an exciting day. We were at the restaurant drawing out plans and next steps for our new adventure called church planting.

When I saw the picture on my Facebook feed, it got me thinking about failure.

Failure. No one likes it. There are always well meaning people who will be quick to say that it’s not failure, it’s a growing opportunity.

Sure. I know. You know.

When it happens it still feels like failure and still needs to be processed for what it seems to be. Whatever it was you were trying to do did not work. You set out for something and didn’t make it. You failed. Technically.

Back to the picture. A year before that picture was taken we were at a Church planters conference in Banff. We had just left the church we had been pastoring for 6 years and said yes to a new journey. For the first 10 months we joined and contributed to the life of the church and team we were partnering with in preparation to launch a parish church in our neighbourhood. Long story short, when the picture was taken, the time had come and it was our turn to begin putting a little more flesh to our church planting plan. So we went for breakfast and talked and planned and dreamed. We were loving what we were doing. We were part of a team we loved, a church community with a vision and passion we embraced and excited about what was slowly beginning to take shape.

What we were trying to do was a bit different than most church plants. We had committed to not rush things and we didn’t want our efforts to revolve around a Sunday gathering. We wanted to plant a community out of relationships, not programs or Sunday glitter. We didn’t really know what we were doing but we took one small, intentional, step at a time.

Fast forward a few months and I find myself sitting in a meeting on a Monday evening in August of 2014. I have no idea what this meeting is about and after sitting down with the two board members who had been assigned to meet with me, they told me the journey was over, that there was no longer any room for us on the team and the project could not continue. It was a money issue of course and I understood. It was over. Turns out we had not established enough of a base to be financially sustainable. I couldn’t quite figure out why this was surprising to anyone given we were just a few months into the whole thing.

It hurt. I didn’t show it that evening. I went along with it, rolled over and said, “of course this makes total sense.” I felt betrayed. I felt used. I felt like I was being fired for doing exactly what I was hired to do in the first place. It sucked. I wanted these people whom I felt had betrayed me to go straight to hell. I returned home and shared the news with my wife. I was at a loss. I had no idea what to do next. I did not have a plan B. Over the next few days I went over the conversations trying to understand and make sense of it all. Truth of the matter is, it made no sense to me. Yet, I had to face the facts. I had failed. I took a risk and it back fired.

Mostly though I was angry at myself for even trying, for stepping out and taking that chance. Who did I think I was? I don’t have what it takes to be successful in such an endeavour. What would others think of me now. I imagined people talking about me and discussing amongst themselves how foolish and immature I was, how I should have just stayed were I was.

There is no denying that it was a learning and growing opportunity. I forgave but I did not forget. I don’t want to forget. How could I?

Was this God’s will for me? Well, I won’t tell you what I think about that. I’ll save it for another post.

Life is made up of a series of events that we qualify as successes and failures based on our own set of values and definitions. Who really knows? Am I better off now that I’ve gone through that “failure” or would I be better off today if I had “succeeded”? I don’t think we can look at it that way. It’s a narrow approach to the complex multiple layers of our lives. Shit happens. Good stuff happens. We can drive ourselves crazy wondering what could have, would have or should have been. All there is, is what is! The real question we need to ask ourselves on any given day and when stuff happens is what will I do with this? How will this event shape me? How will it inform my next steps? Will I grow and move on or become angry, bitter and deflated? Feeling sorry for ourselves is nice for a little while, but then what?

Have you failed at something before? How did it feel? What did you do? Did it set you back, propel you forward or throw you off course for a while? Maybe all the above! Are you still lingering on the effects of “failure”? Could it be time to move on?

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A regular dude who remains hopeful in the promise of the renewal of all things. I write about faith, spirituality and relationships with a desire to encourage and inspire. Un gars ordinaire qui garde espoir dans la promesse du renouvellement de toutes choses. J'écris sur la foi, la spiritualité et les relations avec le désir d'encourager et d'inspirer.

4 thoughts on “Failure

  1. Thanks for sharing. I went threw that few times in my life and it hurts and you feel like you loss years of your life doing it


  2. I congratulate you for having the courage to pursue your dreams. In my view, there is no such thing as failure, only a better understanding of what works and what doesn’t. Growth stems from experiencing life to its fullest, with all its ups and downs. If the church planting project is still lingering in your heart, I suggest you continue knocking on doors. Other financially stable churches might be interested in your idea. God can open any door he chooses to. He has the power to transform the impossible into the possible. All the best to you and your family.


  3. I would rather obey God and “fail” than hear God’s voice and do nothing… I have “failed” often, and God has always reminded me that all He asks of me is faithfulness… He produces the fruit. Once in a while, though, He gives me a glimpse of how He has used my “failures”… Like when I spent two years as a young mom preparing a church discipleship program in French, only to be told by my mission leadership, a few months into its deployment, that we were abandoning that strategy… two years, up in smoke, I thought… then… a few years later, I met someone who let me know that program was now being used in several African contexts to train new believers… So I have learned that I should never, ever evaluate the fruit of my obedience… I leave that to God… What I seek to remember is that all God asks is faithful obedience… If I have obeyed, trusting in His strength, I have succeeded… no matter what the fruit


  4. Great article Georges! I appreciate your frankness! Failure is very humbling indeed, but it helps us to give God all the glory! In my experience, it also helped to relieve me of the ‘pressure to perform’. It’s not about me, it’s about Him. Thanks for sharing, dear brother! May you be blessed in His royal plan!


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