May
29
2012
Chasing After What Really Matters – Pastors I Admire: Mike Ayers
This is the fifth and final part in a series running every week. Details at the bottom of the post.
Everything I think and feel about my friend Mike Ayers would be a blog series unto itself. He was my youth pastor for just 2 years of high school until he left to plant a church. When Becky (then my girlfriend, now my wife) and I were having a very difficult time in the church, Mike stood by us. When just two short years into ministry myself I felt burned by the church and ready to throw in the towel on ministry altogether, Mike offered a safe place to grow and learn. He wasn’t the first guy I looked to for mentoring, but he was the first to do it. Mike officiated our wedding. And when our marriage fell apart and our local church counselor seemed afraid to go deeper with us than “husbands should take out the trash without being asked,” even though we lived in another state, Mike counseled us over the phone. As a kid, I was drawn to Mike by two things: His sense of humor and his conviction that the church existed to reach the lost with the gospel. Mike’s conviction about the church has not changed. And neither has my conviction about him: Mike Ayers is one of the kindest, gentlest, wisest, dedicated men of the faith I’ve ever met, and I am privileged to call him a friend. He has saved my bacon more than once. You should probably also know that Mike is the Lead Pastor of The Brook Church Community, the church he planted in Northwest Houston, Texas in 1995, and he is a Professor in and the Chair of the Department of Leadership Studies at College of Biblical Studies in Houston. More importantly, Mike is husband to Tammy and dad to Ryan, Brandon, and Kaley.
Where did you grow up and how did you come to faith in Christ?
I was born in Emporia, Kansas, but after moving to three states because of my father’s job, we eventually settled in my 5th grade year in a small north Texas town called Weatherford. I did not grow up attending church and only knew of God from what I saw on a religious broadcasting station (which frankly frightened me). My parents were blue-collar workers who loved me, but who made very poor decisions in their lives. They were both alcoholics at that time, and there was a lot of chaos and heartache associated with those years. My mother had been married twice before meeting my father, and I had three older half-sisters and two younger brothers.
It was out of the turmoil of my home that I began to have big questions about life and death. My resentment toward my father and mother only complicated the frustrations that I had as a 17 year old without purpose or security.
I began visiting a church with some friends from school. It was there that I met the youth pastor whom I enjoyed and to whom I related. One night he shared his testimony of coming to faith in Christ and that stirred in my heart a desire to know more. After a youth meeting, he gave me a ride home and shared with me the gospel of Jesus. I went up to my bedroom afterwards, laid down on my bed, and began to cry out to the Lord. I got on my knees beside the bed and asked Christ to save me and forgive me. I cried myself to sleep that night in sweet relief of my sin and woke up the next morning knowing that I had been transformed.
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