Friday, September 18, 2015

Faith, Family, and Fire Fighting Makes a Great Youth Worker



           In my years as a youth minister I have had the opportunity to work with some great youth workers.  There is one in particular that had a great impact on my life when I was in a youth group many years ago.  Sometimes when working with youth it is hard to see that we are having an impact at all.  Let me tell you about one that is a hero to me because of the impact he had in my life. 
As a soon to be 7th grader I was getting used to a new town, a new stepdad and a new church.  I decided to go on a canoe trip with Wooster First Baptist, the new church my family was attending.  I was a shy chubby kid and realized I was the youngest guy on this trip.  I had never been in a canoe and realized quickly that it wasn’t easy to steer one of those down the creek.  After several run in’s with snakes, broken paddles, and holes in several canoes I was placed in a boat with one of the youth workers, Wayne Hartness.  Wayne was a big strong guy that was quiet spoken.  He seemed real serious at first so I was nervous around him, but once we started talking deer hunting and football all was good.  I sat in front of the canoe without a paddle shoveling out the water that was coming in our canoe while Wayne paddled us down the rest of the creek to our pick up point. 
              The youth minister at Wooster First Baptist was a college student who left that part time low pay job shortly after I joined the youth group.  There was a spot to be filled so Wayne and his longtime friend Robin stepped in.  I don’t know if these guys ever thought about being youth ministers but they were hard workers and cared about teenagers so they took on that role for a while.  They saw that we enjoyed playing basketball so they told us to come to the church an hour early on Wednesday’s and that we would play each week.  After basketball we would take our sweaty selves up to the youth room and study the bible.  It wasn’t a fancy program like many churches have today but it worked.  People got saved and students were discipled. 
              Wayne and Robin gave me a nickname, Star.  Now, I thought this was for my basketball skills but I found out later is was from those bible studies where I was always willing to answer questions.  For a chubby Jr. High kid that didn’t think much of himself for some men that I looked up to believe in me that much was different for me.  I am sure sometimes I was being annoying and just trying to show off but Wayne and Robin continued to encourage me. 
              It wasn’t long before Wooster hired a Youth Minister, Randy Rose, and a few years later another one, Bob Stubbs to finish out my teen years.  Now, I could write blog post after blog post about how much these two guys impacted my life, however, I think Bob and Randy will understand.
              As youth ministers came Wayne stayed involved in the ministry and in my life.  I watched as he and Robin finally achieved their goal of becoming firemen.  To see those men have a goal and achieve it was a great example to see.  I watched as he raised his wonderful kids and loved his awesome wife.  He was a living example for a kid that didn’t see that kind of example all the time at home.  My family life, like so many others, included lots of experience with divorce and parents fighting.  Wayne would be the first on to say he wasn't perfect, but he was a great example of what the Bible describes a man to be.   
              One thing that I think made Wayne such a good youth worker was the fact that he never treated me like the knuckle headed kid I was.  He talked to be like I knew something, like my opinion mattered.  My parents loved me, but I was longing for someone to believe in me and trust me and Wayne did that. 
             Years went by and I started to drive.  Wayne and I  would sit in the church parking lot leaning on one of our trucks talking football, life, bible and football for hours.  Good thing we didn’t have cell phones then because they would have been blowing up with calls and text from my mom and Wayne’s wife Donna.  I think they both knew where we were so they didn’t have to worry too much.  I loved to hear his stories about his days playing football at Greenbrier.  He would talk about people I knew and some I didn’t but it didn’t matter.  Wayne could tell a story in a way that you felt like you were a part of it.  Wayne treated me as a friend yet I still saw him as an authority in my life.  There were times he would have to set me straight when I would get out of line but that didn’t bother me for long. 
              Many years went by and I would see Wayne every now and then.  He became a deacon at Wooster and I went into the ministry.  We didn’t talk a whole lot but when we did it was like it hadn’t been that long, except for how fast his son Clay and daughter Ricki had grown up.  We would still talk football, bible and old times with new stories of his kids playing sports. 
              A few years ago we began talking more.  The Greenbrier Panthers, the high school Wayne and I both played for, were finally winning some games and I had moved to Camden where they were on a winning streak as well.  Wayne and I began talking most Fridays about the Panthers, the Cardinals and of course the Hogs with some old stories and new stories about grand kids mixed in.  It was like we never left that church parking lot.  I think I even talked to him some leaning against my truck after a game.  I loved seeing Wayne’s name show up on that phone.  We had a relationship that even long times without communicating didn’t affect. 
              About a year and a half ago I got a call from Wayne I didn’t enjoy.   I was sitting in my office at the church as he told me they had found out that he had cancer.  I could tell he was scared and nervous but he was trusting God and staying positive.  He just asked that I put him on our prayer list.  We prayed together and then probably talked some football.  I got off the phone and sat in my chair in shock.  I spent more time praying and thinking as I wrapped my mind around this news. 
              Later there was more calls telling me of a positive prognosis then later a call from Ricki as I was on my way home from a mission trip that the prognosis wasn’t good.  Wayne was in for a fight but if anyone could handle it, Wayne could, and he did with faith and strength that only came from a strong relationship with God.  I didn’t get to see or talk to Wayne as much as I would have liked to during his fight with cancer but a few months ago I got to see him for a couple hours in the hospital.  Wayne was always a big strong man but he had lost a lot of weight as he fought.  Not long after I had gotten in the room here comes a group of firemen, followed shortly by another group including Wayne’s son Clay. 
              I loved sitting and watching Wayne interact with those brothers, as he would call them.  I loved hearing the stories of boring classes they had to take and new firemen they would play jokes on.  As I sat there looking at them and listening to them talk something hit me.  These guys looked at Wayne the same way I always did.  They had so much respect for that man in a hospital gown who had lived his life the best way he knew how, according to God’s word.  His ministry didn’t stop when he wasn’t at the church.  Impacting others was just what he did, weather it was crawling in a burning house or sitting in a church pew.  I imagine some of them could tell stories of what it meant to lean against a fire truck and tell stories with Wayne.   
              September 7, 2015 Wayne took his final call and is no longer fighting cancer or pain.  I was able to go to his funeral and I have to say firemen know how to respect their brothers.  Thousands were there to show respect for this man from Wooster Arkansas and even more lined the road as the procession went to the graveside.   It was tough to say good bye to such a good man.  As I finish this up it’s a Friday, and I am thinking I need to call Wayne and talk some football. 
              Since Wayne’s passing I have been doing a lot of thinking about how big his impact was on me and so many others.  The truth is there are probably hundreds of people that could write something better than this about Wayne’s impact on them.  God’s word says we are known by our fruit, and Wayne Hartness has tree full. 
              Since his passing I have seen post on Facebook of firemen still using Wayne’s example to train other firemen.  If you are reading this and you are a youth worker I would like this to be Wayne’s way of impacting you.  Even if you don't work with youth I know these things are truths that any believer needs to apply to their life.  We are all here to impact others. 
Here are a few reasons why Wayne was a great youth worker.  
-          He was willing to invest.  He knew how important it was to invest in mine and others lives and he knew it would take time and effort but he was up for it. 
-          He wasn’t fake.  He didn’t just become a Godly leader when he walked into the church, Wayne was a Godly leader at home, at work, even at the ball field.  He sought to impact lives not just because that was a position he volunteered for at church but he knew it was what God has called all Christians to do.
-          Wayne made others feel special and a part of the group.  When I sat in that room listening to those men talk about firefighting I was an outsider, but I never felt that way because Wayne made me feel a part of the conversation.  Imagine what our churches would be like if we learned that skill. 
-          Wayne would build others up.  I didn’t deserve that nickname, star, but Wayne and Robin were encouraging, that is just what naturally came out of them.  I want that to naturally come out of me. 
-          Wayne’s focus was the Gospel.  As I talked about those times when Wayne led the youth group Wayne said “We just shared the Gospel with ya’ll, that’s all we knew to do.”  I want that to be my focus. 
-          Wayne treated others how he would want to be treated.  When you work with teenagers it is hard to not just see them as knuckle heads, because that is how they act so often.  Even when we are just trying to minister to family or friends, people can be stupid sometimes.  I responded to Wayne because he would have regular conversations with me.  He talked to me as if I was an equal even when I was a Jr. High kid who thought I knew everything.  I want to talk to people like they have value and mean something to me. 

I guess what really sums this up is Wayne treated me like family.  He never disrespected my parents and never tried to belittle their influence, however he saw me as one of his own.  As I left Wayne that day in the hospital I was apologizing for the fact that I couldn’t see him more.  He looked up at me and said “your family.”  I knew what that meant.  When I was a kid family wasn’t a stable thing to me all the time.  My parents spent lots of time on the edge of divorce and at church I was seeking something stable.  I found that in many people that influenced my life but only a few were family. 
Wayne had lots of family.  Not only his blood kin, but those brothers he served with for years and knuckle headed Jr. High kid that he had to paddle down the creek in a canoe. 
I pray you are investing like Wayne did.  I pray we will all continue to learn from his example.  I pray that we can leave a tree full of fruit, a family tree.