During my time in the Air Force, I had a boss named Sergeant Carlson.
He was the kind of leader you talk about years later and would still gladly shake his hand. He had a gift for balancing the needs of the mission with genuine concern for the troops under his charge. We knew he really cared. We also knew he wouldn’t hesitate to snap us back in line if we needed it. (As with any young punk, there were days when I needed it.)
A season came in which I was not performing well. I got two Letters of Counseling (LOCs) in a short span, one from Sgt. Carlson, one from another sergeant in our office. My mistakes had grounded a couple jets from their scheduled sorties. I had earned both reprimands straight up, and thanks to God, I had enough maturity to accept them with humility.
But inside, the story was different: one reprimand was a lot easier to accept. You can probably guess that it was Sgt. Carlson’s.
It came down to the approach of each man. With the other sergeant, there was sense that he enjoyed handing out LOCs. He had a reputation for getting a kick out of discipline. He wasn’t known for treating his troops well on the line.
But Sgt. Carlson was a different story. Although he wasn’t exactly a “buddy” to younger troops, he was a friend; he could ride that delicate line. He complimented his troops on work well done, kept his temper in check, went to bat for us in front of the commander, even gave us advice (good advice) on our personal lives.
This was even more impressive when you considered that, quite frankly, nothing in Sgt. Carlson’s job description required him to do this. We all had the understanding that we were to follow orders regardless of who was giving them.
But he didn’t. He chose to lead. Good leadership like that takes a ton of effort and patience to develop, but Sgt. Carlson understood that it paid off; it inspired troops and thus benefited the mission, rather than taking away from it. And we proved him right. Sgt. Carlson was a guy we worked our tails off to make look good.
So when the time came for Sgt. Carlson to discipline me, I found I could take it with my head held high. My line to both supervisors was “Yes sir”, “No sir”, “No excuse sir”. But with Sgt. Carlson, I was at rest in the knowledge of his character.
As far as I know, Sgt. Carlson does not know Christ. I pray he will. But I honor him today because in doing so, I can give greater honor to God.
For the leader heart of God is a thousand times better than that of any human.
Let’s be honest: we struggle with God’s discipline. We who are mature know that obedience is part of the “following Jesus” deal. Sometimes – this is my ex-military side talking – we must obey without knowing why. It’s frustrating from our small, confined perspective. And sometimes, as with any soldier ordered into the line of fire, obedience will cost us deeply; disobedience, even more.
But how would it change your ability to obey if you knew that the orders were being given by the best Leader, and kindest soul, in the universe?
We take our orders from a Savior cares about our lives and accomplishes his purposes at the same time. Sometimes we must sublimate the former for the sake of the latter. But knowing his heart can put ours at rest. He is fiercely devoted to us. He put it all – his own life – on the line for us. He’s the kind of leader who need speak only two words of reprimand to bring you to tears – not because he’s harsh, but because he’s the type you want very much to please (and because his words are usually pretty on point). He’s the type we’d work our tails off for.
I understand that you might not feel this way about God. But he cannot be at fault for that. We know from the Bible that his character is perfect. Any good quality that humans possess, he possesses more. So the only explanation for your poor view of him, honestly, is that your image of him is inaccurate, not yet fully developed.
This is the secret known by Paul, who could not stand being apart from Christ; by the martyrs who braved the stake for him; by King David and David Crowder when they speak of undying love for him, leaving you secretly wondering what on earth they’re talking about. This is what they knew.
Move closer to Christ. Taste and see that he is good.
Some people you wouldn’t follow to an outhouse. Others you’d follow into a hail of bullets. Christ really is the latter, for like any true leader, he went first.