You can blow up your life. To bring strong and tall buildings to the ground, demolition experts strategically place tiny explosives throughout the structure of a building so that the building will topple on itself. Instead of destroying the building from the outside, they destroy it from within. In the same way many great men and women have imploded, and others are well on their way. Author Eric Geiger offers a sobering reminder that many great and godly people have imploded, and none of us are above the risk. Looking at the story of David’s infamous implosion, readers will learn how to ruin our lives (so we won't), and also how to find hope if we do--as all of us need His grace.
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About the Author
Eric Geiger is the Senior Pastor of Mariners Church in Irvine, California. Before moving to Southern California, Eric served as senior vice-president for LifeWay Christian Resources. Eric received his doctorate in leadership and church ministry from Southern Seminary. Eric has authored or co-authored several books including the bestselling church leadership book, Simple Church. Eric is married to Kaye, and they have two daughters: Eden and Evie. During his free time, Eric enjoys dating his wife, taking his daughters to the beach, and playing basketball.
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How to Ruin Your Life
Men fall in private long before they fall in public. — J. C. Ryle
To ruin your life, simply allow the foundation of your life to weaken. Then, toppling is inevitable.
If you ignore erosion of your integrity, you will implode. If you shrug at the explosives beneath the surface, explosives that threaten to weaken your character, you will implode. If your competence and gifting outpace your integrity, you will implode. If the weight of your responsibilities and burdens is greater than your character, you will implode. Sadly, some will stand by, watch, and cheer as you topple — and quickly move on to look for the next person they can watch fall.
Some people love to see a good implosion.
While some love the buzz and chatter a ruined life provides, implosions are devastatingly miserable for the person and horribly painful to watch in the lives of people we love. And they are too common.
As my leadership team filled our conference room, few people spoke. It was obvious that everyone was anxious to learn why we were gathered for a meeting that had been scheduled only an hour earlier. Glances of "what in the world is going on?" were shared back and forth as people wondered what prompted this urgent and awkward meeting.
Most of our team had served alongside one another for five years, and this was only the second time an urgent meeting had been called. The previous time was when our board of trustees alerted me to anonymous communication asking them to oust me. So the team knew a meeting called so hastily meant something very somber and serious.
The team that gathered was the one responsible for leading the largest division of LifeWay Christian Resources, the ministry where we served together. We were in the middle of our most fruitful year together and the most fruitful year in the history of LifeWay, as more and more churches and individuals were being served with the resources we provided. Leadership and ministry offer ups and downs, and this year was one of the brightest years — filled with laughter, joy, and optimism about the future.
But not this meeting. This meeting was pure pain. Agonizing pain.
I mainly remember the weeping, the prayers that were uttered through tears and lumped throats, and the sharp pain of loss, disappointment, and angst all mixed together. The type of pain that stabs and cuts deep in the gut and steals every few breaths. I don't remember how I shared the news, but I could not look up as I told the team how we would not be able to continue serving with a ministry leader we all loved because of disqualifying behavior in the leader's life.
If only that was the only painful meeting ...
One afternoon I received a phone call from a friend's attorney, informing me that I was in my friend's will and a check was being mailed to my house. It was a numbing phone call as my friend had recently committed suicide. Though once publicly committed to the Lord and an extremely successful businessman, his life spun out of control as he found his worth in his career. As things spiraled downward, he meticulously planned the horrible choice to end his own life, which included putting myself and others in his will. I remember him as a good man, an encourager, a man filled with wisdom.
If only that was the only painful phone call ...
Early one morning I walked into our bedroom and my wife Kaye was crying on the phone. When she hung up, she told me that a friend of ours checked himself into a hotel and drank himself to death. In distress, his wife called to tell Kaye that his body was just discovered. His precious daughters played with my daughters many times. He was a supportive and present father, and though he loved his girls, the grip alcohol had on him was fierce.
The frequency of the stories doesn't lessen the pain of each one. Their wake seems to impact everything, even how restaurant booths feel.
There is a restaurant in Nashville that was once one of my favorite spots for lunch. I realized one day, in the middle of a meal, that I was sitting in the same booth I sat in years earlier with a husband, father, and ministry leader I admired. His passion for the Lord was contagious. There was joy in his eyes, the kind of joy that makes some want to ask the server for whatever he is having but makes those of us who have walked with the Lord think, "this guy has spent time with Jesus today." His love for people was tangible. How he interacted with the server and others at the table was refreshing. But sitting in the same restaurant booth, reminded me how much had changed in those few years as his marriage had fallen apart and his public ministry was now over.
I looked around the restaurant and saw another booth where another leader and I once sat and dreamed about the future. We planned a project that would serve people well, prayed together, and talked about what the Lord was doing in our lives. But this leader is no longer leading either. With remorse and sadness, I looked at the booths where I previously enjoyed meals with authors and leaders I loved and respected, leaders that I felt loved Jesus more than me. Leaders who sat in those same booths are no longer serving Him in the same way. Their stories, though far from over, have taken dramatic and downward turns.
I rarely eat at that restaurant anymore. The booths are not as comfortable as they once were. Instead they surface feelings of loss, regret, and wondering what could have been different. Moments of gladness have been overshadowed by grief. Their sinful choices impacted more than just their lives as families, churches, and countless others were deeply affected. The restaurant once reminded me of pleasant conversations, and now it reminds me of painful ones, of phone calls and meetings where I have learned that people I love have been disqualified, at least for a season.
Disqualified. There is that word again.
Disqualified and Qualified
I could easily write about a recent story of a well-known leader, coach, college professor, or ministry leader who was removed from a position of influence because of disqualifying behavior, because of issues of character and integrity. However, the story would be old news by the time you read these words because there are always new stories as these implosions continually come to light. Competent and effective leaders in a variety of fields and disciplines forfeit their roles over deficiencies in their character. They were able to lead others but not themselves, able to grow an organization while their hearts grew cold. When a lack of integrity comes to light, leaders can be disqualified.
There is great pain in being disqualified. Maybe after submitting a resume for a job you have heard, "I am sorry. You just don't meet our qualifications." Or maybe you didn't qualify for the college you dreamed of attending. Perhaps after throwing a few deflated footballs you received a call saying, "You are disqualified from some games," and the agony of that call motivated you to go on a revenge tour all the way to the Super Bowl (Google Tom Brady if you are not qualified to understand this illustration). Regardless of the situation, being disqualified hurts.
I have been disqualified multiple times. As a child, I was disqualified in swim meets for scissor kicking instead of properly executing breaststroke. When you are disqualified, it does not matter how fast you swam, your time does not count. Your time is not even posted on the score sheet, only a "DQ" next to your name, and it doesn't mean you're getting Dairy Queen as a reward, but that you still don't know how to swim correctly despite all the practice, coaching, and lessons your parents paid for.
In elementary school some kids in my class got pulled into a new class for the "Gifted and Talented," thus leaving me behind to do normal work while they enjoyed extraordinary activities for the extraordinary kids. I appealed to my mom who appealed to the school who allowed me to take a test in an attempt to qualify myself to wear proudly the "Gifted" title. I took the extraordinary test and confidently waited a few days for the results only to have my mother come in my room one night with the words, "No matter what son, I am proud of you." I knew she was setting me up for a letdown. Turns out I was an ordinary kid and not qualified for the Gifted and Talented class.
In high school I was disqualified from representing my school at Boys State, a selective educational program for incoming seniors. After being chosen to represent our school, I was arrested with some friends after sneaking out of my house, stealing credit cards from vehicles, and driving throughout the New Orleans area, where I grew up, buying beer to sell to our friends. It was absolutely sinful and idiotic and I deserved the call that said, "You cannot represent us. You are not invited. You have been disqualified."
So I experienced disqualification because I was not good enough (failed to make Gifted and Talented) and disqualification for being bad (kicked out of Boys State). Both cut deep and are difficult to accept.
Before God, all of us were disqualified. There is a DQ next to every one of our names, next to every single one of us, from plumbers to poets to physicians to preachers. We are not nearly good enough. Even on our best days and in our brightest moments, we fall incredibly short of God's holiness. To belong to Him, one must be perfect, and we are not perfect, but terribly sinful. We have declared war against God and rebelled against His rule and reign. We don't deserve to be in His kingdom and we cannot qualify ourselves to enter it. Actually, our attempts to qualify ourselves are offensive to God because we reveal we don't believe Him to be holy or appreciate His grace. If we think we can qualify ourselves, we have mocked Him by lowering Him to our level.
But God, in His great love and grace, qualifies us. He does for us what we cannot do for ourselves. If you are His, if you have received His forgiveness, He has qualified you. Though you won't live perfectly today, He has declared you perfect. His perfect righteousness is now yours as all your sin was placed on Him when He sacrificed Himself on the cross on your behalf.
No matter your sin and your past, you are qualified because you are not the one who does the qualifying. He is the only One who can qualify you, and He has! The apostle Paul, in the first chapter in the book of Colossians, reminds believers in Christ of what Christ has done for us.
He has reserved us a place in heaven (Col. 1:5).
He has qualified and enabled us for an eternal inheritance (Col. 1:12).
He has rescued us from darkness (Col. 1:13).
He has transferred us into His kingdom (Col. 1:13).
He has redeemed us and forgiven us (Col. 1:14).
If His grace qualifies us, then why I am using this word "disqualified?" If He has declared those in Him as qualified, who am I, or anyone else, to make the call that someone is disqualified? Why does a character implosion disqualify? It is a good question.
Disqualified is a sharp word. It has a definite edge to it. It isn't soft or mushy or ambiguous. And though the word elicits a response, I don't use it to do so. I use it to be clear. Organizations wisely expect their leaders to be men and women of character. They intuitively understand that people won't follow leaders they don't respect and trust. In the Scripture, the Lord gives clear qualifications for leading others in the church. The overseer must be above reproach, gentle and hospitable, not greedy, lead his family well, and have a good reputation with outsiders. If there are clearly defined qualifications for leading, then one can be disqualified from leading others.
The disqualified word must not be thrown around lightly or haphazardly. It must be reserved for clear and consistent failures to exhibit the qualifications of leadership. It must not be based on rumor or conjecture. In fact, according to the Scripture, people within a local church should not accept accusations against their leaders unless multiple witnesses bring those accusations. And views on a blog or "likes" on a Facebook post do not count as multiple witnesses.
One can be qualified by His grace and disqualified to lead at the same time. To be disqualified from leading in no way contradicts the beautiful reality and glorious news that His grace qualifies us.
Disqualification for issues of character is always preceded by an implosion of integrity, by a leader falling apart internally before the ruin and rubble is seen externally. In some sense, all of us are leaders — as God has given humanity the privilege of stewarding this world and influencing others. And whatever God has given us stewardship over is deeply impacted when our lives implode.
How Do You Implode?
Implosion is the opposite of explosion. In an explosion, matter and energy flow outward while in an implosion matter and energy collapse inward. When something implodes, it collapses from the inside.
Demolition experts can take buildings down from the outside. Large wrecking balls attached to cranes wreak havoc on the building and pummel it repeatedly until there is nothing left. The attack from the outside is visible to everyone and catches no one by surprise as the wrecking ball attached to a large crane announces to the world what is about to go down.
Demolition experts can also take buildings down from the inside. They can cause the building to implode. Except for the caution tape, the attack on the building is not obvious to onlookers. Everything looks normal on the surface, but inside the building a dramatic fall has been planned for weeks, even months. When the moment of implosion happens, it is fast and devastating.
I remember the first time I watched a building implode. I was a child and my father, who was an engineer, took me to a scheduled building implosion of the largest building at the chemical company where he worked. A horn sounded and in a matter of seconds, the building crumbled on top of itself. People cheered, chatted for a few moments, and then got in their cars and drove away. Some people love to see a good implosion.
On the way home my father explained that the implosion took weeks of planning. While the implosion appeared rapid to the onlookers who were eager to see something fall, there was an intentional weakening of the foundation through a series of strategic and sequenced explosives. Explosive devices were placed at key foundational areas in the large building. They were lit in sequence, and when the building was weakened it simply caved on top of itself. As the structure beneath the surface failed, the building could no longer hold the immense weight and ruin was inevitable.
Though the fall may seem fast to onlookers, ruining your life does not happen overnight.
Here is what I am not going to do in this book: I am not naming names. This is not a tell-all. This is not a pile-on. Not a book that takes shots at men and women I love who are wounded. While I have learned a lot from others describing their implosion, and will pass on some insights in this book, I hold on to hope for greater days for these men and women.
I am also not going to throw out a bunch of stats about the number of Christian marriages that are imploding, the number of Christians who are self-destructing though a myriad of addictions, or the number of ministry and business leaders who are walking away from their responsibilities. Those stats can be helpful in alerting us to our own fragility, but I suspect that the frequency of men and women ruining their lives already has your attention. You know this is a problem. You have friends who have ruined their lives and have read some of the same stories I have read. Some hypothesize that implosions are not any more rampant now than before, that we merely hear of them more with the constant news and continual social media feeds. Perhaps that is true. Regardless, ruined lives are too rampant.
Instead of looking at stats, we are going to look at the story of one person's implosion, David, the leader of God's people whose ruin culminated in adultery and murder. As the second king of Israel, David is an important person in history and a key figure in the story of the Bible.
David's implosion story is both instructive and inspirational. In the story we can see the explosives that weakened the foundation of his character. By looking at these, we can learn how to avoid our own self-destruction. But in David's story, we also see that God's grace is greater than our sin and our struggles. We learn that ruin does not need to be the end of our story. We can begin again.
The first half of the book looks at David's implosion. The second half of the book looks at David's confession and celebration. If your life has not yet imploded, my prayer is that the Lord will use the first half of the book to serve as a warning and the second half of the book to motivate you with His grace. If your life has imploded, my prayer is that you will walk away from the book with a helpful view of what happened to your heart and be filled with hope for your future.
Excerpted from "How to Ruin Your Life"
Copyright © 2018 Eric Geiger.
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Table of Contents
Part 1 Imploded Lives
Chapter 1 How to Ruin Your Life 3
Chapter 2 If David Can 29
Part 2 If You Want to Ruin Your Life…
Chapter 3 Isolate Yourself 51
Chapter 4 Ignore Your Boredom 73
Chapter 5 Believe in Yourself 93
Part 3 If You Want to Start Over…
Chapter 6 Confess 123
Chapter 7 Surrender 145
Chapter 8 Rejoice 159
Chapter 9 Look to Him 173
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