By Greg Wilson
“Our huffing and puffing to impress God, our scrambling for brownie points, our thrashing about trying to fix ourselves while hiding our pettiness and wallowing in guilt are nauseating to God and are a flat out denial of the gospel of grace.” - Brennan Manning
Fellow travelers are always missed the most, and that’s why in the past 48 hours I have pondered how many people it will take to fill the holes by the loss of my friend Jim Stephens.
Jim grins last summer as he ponders the fact he needs technology he neither likes nor understands.
More than a quarter of a century ago, I crossed paths with Jim for the first time when he opened Crossway Ministries in Anderson. He was convinced in the years that followed, though not always thrilled by that conviction, that God wanted him in Anderson for a purpose that reached far beyond the counseling he offered in his office.
A lot of us are glad Jim was tuned into that voice, because in the years that followed his impact on the lives of people around these parts has been immeasurable. Jim never saw ministry as something that started when he turned the key to his office. To him it was something he did from the time he woke up in the morning until he closed his eyes each evening to sleep.
Thinking back on the sheer number of people he took out for breakfast or lunch or coffee to encourage or counsel or just enjoy their company offers a great snapshot of the kind of disciple of Jesus Jim was. A biscuit at Chick-fil-a or a steak at Longhorn’s often became something just shy of communion with Jim (although he would smirk at me writing such a line).
His community wide Good Friday Prayer Breakfast events at the civic center and later other venues drew hundreds from dozens of different churches every year to hear what Jim considered the central event of the Christian faith: the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Many are still talk about some of the life-changing celebrations that went on at those events.
Even last week he was still reminding anyone who would listen that the message of Christmas is really about what happened at Easter.
Jim’s Wednesday Men’s Bible Study, held weekly in his office during the mid-week lunchtime, and which I refer to as the Anderson Third Day Adventist church, remains one of the most eclectic groups of Christian men ever to gather in Anderson. Catholics, Baptists, Methodists, Presbyterians, Pentecostals and those representing other churches or none at all attend the group. Professional, blue collar, unemployed and everything in-between, the group has paused to pray and study the bible for nearly two decades. It is a room filled with a lot of laughter and compassion, and unlike most anything else I have experienced in my 40 years of following Jesus.
Jim’s teaching always pointed to two things: Jesus and His grace. He quietly (well most of the time he was civil) dispelled notions that church duties, good works or behaving ourselves had much to do with who we are in Christ. Period.
He was convinced that this message was at the heart of the scripture which he loved. And he did love it. Jim always, and I mean this literally, corrected those who called him a “Christian” counselor.
“I am a biblical counselor, and there is a difference,” he would say, pointing out a variety of things he saw that were in stark contrast between the two.
But above all, Jim was my friend.
When we first met, it took a few weeks to size each other up (we really weren’t sure we liked each other then) as we sparred over biblical passages, bible translations, church and the wildly radical nature of grace.
Over lunches and breakfasts that often stretched into hours of chatter, challenge and debate, we forged a rare iron and steel friendship that has grown deeper every year since, forged by the conviction that message of grace was sorely missing in most presentations of the gospel, both in word and deed. Our shared love for Luther’s commentary on “Galatians,” (which he borrowed from me twice and kept both copies, by the way), seemed to always steer us back to this message.
In the very early 1990s, Jim and I put together a seminar in Anderson by Steve Brown, which drew more than 2,000 from more than a dozen churches to hear the message that Christians should live lives with such a freedom and joy that uptight Christians will doubt your salvation.
Later we opened Books for Missions (include stores in Anderson and Commerce) to raise money for local, regional and national missions groups, again with the idea of getting more materials (and Bibles) in the hands of as many people as possible.
In recent years, Jim began writing more, starting his healingthehurts.org website and was dragged kicking and screaming into the age of technology by a team of friends, family and others who also convinced to begin recording podcasts of his bible study, which can be found here.
But while what he did will not be soon forgotten, it was the man himself that left a lasting imprint on my life.
Never one to much appreciate shiny saints, Jim was my friend because he just refused to play such games. Alternately generous, hilarious, grumpy and wildly opinionated, my love for my friend is deeply seated in his authenticity and honesty.
Never shy to tell you what he thought on most any topic, nevertheless it never seemed to impact his compassion for those who did not agree with him. His generosity remains legendary, amazing since almost all of it was done very quietly, as was his devotion to his family and his crazy affection for his wife, children and grandchildren.
And in recent weeks, Jim suffered the loss of one of his closest friends, writer Jim Reimann, and the wife of another of his best friends. We were talking about it Monday and he just shook his head and sighed, a very unusual response from those who knew Jim.
Seeing in 2014, Jim had big plans. He was already asking me Wednesday about helping him edit material for the Good Friday Prayer Breakfast, and he sent out the following email message Dec. 29:
“The Bible tells us that we “will know the truth and the truth
will make us free.” The freedom is to follow God with
confidence. The same confidence the disciples, later
Apostle’s, had in the truth Jesus taught them.
As we enter another New Year it is important that we remember
that we are all “learners” about Jesus and His love for us.
That love He has for you led Him to the Cross for you. It
pleased God to crush Him for you. That is the love that
instills in us the confidence of the disciples.
They knew they were loved by Him. It was years after the
Resurrection that they began to understand the depth of that
love; love that laid down His life for you. Why? Simply
because you are worth it! Not because of what you do for Him or
how much you love Him.
It is not how much you love Him that matters, it is how much He
loves you.
Monday and Tuesday this week I will be in the office taking down
the Christmas decorations and getting the office back in shape
for another year of sharing the truth of God’s Word with those
God sends our way. Often God will send end of the year gifts by
using other disciples.
Next year there will be some changes at the ministry…we will be expanding our
seminar schedule and adding more opportunities for people to
learn the truth that sets you free.”
Early Friday, Jim’s plans changed. He now sees face-to-face the one he has worshipped and served for so many years. It is for those of us left here to carry on the message of God’s grace until that day we rejoin Jim.
Meanwhile, no one will ever replace Jim Stephens, but no one will forget him either. I know I won’t. Fellow travelers really are hard to find.
Visitation for Jim Stephens will be from 3-6 p.m. at McDougalds Funeral Home on Sunday and the funeral at 2 p.m. on Monday.