May 31, 2010
Posted by Danny under Learning Curve
Sunday was a fun day, getting to speak to my favorite group of people on earth* – the peeps at Brier Creek AM. If you’re interested, you can download the full transcript and listen to the message here. (If it’s not up just yet, give it time…it’s Memorial Day, after all, and our media guy owns a sword.)
Some of you asked about the three passages I mentioned that you can use to pray through in times of difficulty…here they are:
- When you can’t get past your past: Psalm 51
- When you think God has forgotten you: Lamentations 3
- When you’ve forgotten who you are in Christ: Ephesians 2
These are just a few…I suggest recording scriptures as you find them so that you can pray them as needed.
Also, this made it in the bullpen for Sunday’s message, but I found it incredibly helpful. Check out “Praying Beyond the Sick List” by David Powlison.
*with the possible exception of Starbucks baristas.
May 28, 2010
I heart flash mobs – especially those that make snooty European bystanders do the awkward Macarena.
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May 26, 2010
Call me a pessimist, but I think most American companies have customer service that ranks just above Idi Amin’s summer camps and just below scraping gum off the bottom of your shoe with your bare hand. Yes, some get it right: Chick-Fil-A and Starbucks are usually at the top of my “attaboy” list. But for the most part, I burn with customer service loathing with the burn of a thousand suns.
That’s why I was very pleasantly surprised with my interaction with Magazines.com yesterday. Here’s the backstory:
My father-in-law is a cowboy / farmer / rodeo rider / rancher / all-around-horse-guy from way back. Part of my rite of passage to earn his daughter’s hand was that I had to pretend to like horses, with all of their stench and sweat and piles of…production. So usually every year his birthday or Christmas or Father’s Day gift involves some horse-related theme. There are horse Christmas ornaments, horse gear that we bought from a place called a “tack shop,” horse riding clothing, horse salt and pepper shakers. You know, the usual.
Last year we ordered a one-year subscription to Equus magazine, which is apparently all about horses. Or the new Hyundai car. I’m not sure.
Then over the weekend, we received notification that our one-year subscription had miraculously renewed. Now, I dig my father-in-law. But I simply can’t feed his periodical horse habit from here on out. The first one’s free, pal. After that, you pay for it. (And if he ever finds these words on the interwebs, I’ll prepare to be lassoed, hog-tied, and tossed on the back forty.)
Was I looking forward to making the first contact about killing off the horses? Neigh. I steeled myself for a seven month series of phone calls / formal complaints / legal inquisitions / poisonous spider delivery with the good folks at Magazines.com, because after all, customer service stinks.
Except for this company.
The process was simple: one phone number, easy to find on the front page of their website. It was quick: they actually answered on the third ring (no voicemail, but a live human). It was painless: I told Lissa the situation – how I was cutting off the F-I-L, and she told me how sorry she was that had happened and they’d refund my money right away. The whole process took less than two minutes, and I left the phone call with one big thought:
Those periodical pushers will see me again.
If Magazines.com is that easy to work with, they just won a customer. Next time I need a mag full of articles about how to deal with hoof rot (or any other number of subjects), they’ve got my business.
Thanks, Lissa. And thanks to Magazines.com. You’ve restored my faith in another company’s service.
May 24, 2010
This morning’s post sponsored by funny boys Rhett & Link. I have to get back to repairing my brain after last night’s explosion.
May 21, 2010
Today we wrap up a week’s worth of posts that have hopefully been fun and challenging. My search for a car is far from over (please please oh please I don’t wanna shop again tomorrow), but my takeaway comparisons on how churches treat guests is taking shape. Here’s what I’ve come up with: feel free to add, edit, or answer by commenting below.
- Are you more concerned with your guest’s story or your church’s story? Don’t misunderstand: your church’s story is important. Even more, what God has done and is doing in your church is important. It’s vital. That story will define better than anything whether your church is a good fit for your guest. However, I believe we’re often guilty of laying the story out before a guest is ready. If you’re encountering an unbeliever, do they need to know that you’re a multi-site, missional, gospel-centered, semi-reformed, charismatic-with-a-seatbelt congregation? Or at this stage of the game, do they simply need to know that you care about them?
- Do you see a soul or do you see a statistic? I’m reminded of the old Saturday morning cartoons where the guys stranded on an island started to imagine each other as big steaks. Especially in growing churches where lots of guests show up each weekend, it’s easy to see the forest and miss the trees. Every guest in your church has a story. Every guest in your church is in the middle of a story. Are we taking time to find out what it is?
- Do you focus more on process or on the person? Yep, we need on-ramps. Yep, we need clearly-defined systems. But our guests often don’t function that way. They often don’t fit into our design. Are you prepared for that? Do you tailor the experience to fit their needs?
- Have you learned the appropriate balance between hands-on care and over-the-top stalking? Do you honor your guests both by acknowledging their presence and by acknowledging their comfort level? Do you make it easy for them to be known and – if they so choose – to remain anonymous?
- Do you give your guests walk-away power? Do you recognize that it’s God who will change their heart, not you, not your ministry, and not your church? Do you give the Holy Spirit room to work in them and on them as you care for them? Are you settled with the fact that while your church is open to everybody, it might not be for everybody?
I love the fact that I serve at a church that places such a priority on guests. I’m still amazed that I get to work on this part of our church’s ministry in a full-time capacity. I’m thrilled to have a team of guest advocates that truly love people and want to see them move towards a relationship with Christ. But I’m more convinced than ever that we have to constantly check our systems to make sure that we’re serving people, not our process.
May 20, 2010
This week we’re asking this question: do churches treat guests the way car lots treat customers? Catch up on earlier posts here, here, and here.
Dan was the first car salesman we met on our Saturday quest, and looking back on it, we should’ve quit while we were ahead. He didn’t have the biggest lot or the broadest inventory. There was no fancy showroom and no cafe’. His pants were a little tight and his tie was a little short and his personality was a little goofy, but Dan seemed to be a genuinely nice guy.
Dan was pretty far removed from our age bracket, but he tried to connect with our kids because he had grandkids their age. Because of extensive conversations with his daughter-in-law, he knew what it was like to be a “mom chauffeur” and what kind of vehicle we needed to be steered towards. When we wanted to see a model that he didn’t have on the lot, he walked us over to his personal ride – that same model – and let us poke and prod around it for a while.
And when it was time to leave and he realized he wasn’t going to make a sale that day, there was no pressure. He thanked us for stopping by, handed us his card, and told us when we were ready to buy, he’d love to earn our business.
And you know what? I’ll probably give him a shot.
Dan wasn’t a newly-hired sales guy or a random employee. He owned the place. I don’t know if it was that position or simply years of experience that made him easy to work with, but he gained my respect. Never once did he drool over a potential sale. Never once did he suck up and act like he’d known us all his life. Never once did he get pushy and try to get us in his cubicle. He simply cared for us, listened to us, and let us know where to find him when we were ready for the next step.
I think churches who love their guests get this principle. I think they realize that we’ll win people with kindness before we’ll win them with aggression. (By the way, if you didn’t read Sara’s horror story in the comment section earlier this week, do it now.) I believe that we must instigate a revolution when it comes to how we pursue the people God sends our way. There’s a definite balance between reaching people (the way the Gospel commands) and suffocating people (the way we often do).
As we wrap up the series tomorrow, I’ll throw out a few takeaway questions from this week’s posts. Meanwhile, I’d love to hear about your experience – at the Summit or somewhere else. Comment below!
May 19, 2010
This week we’re asking this question: do churches treat guests the way car lots treat customers? Catch up on earlier posts here and here.
From the first moment, I knew George was going to give me trouble.
It was our own fault, really. We foolishly assumed we were pulling up at the dealership at closing time on Saturday. “This won’t be a problem,” I thought. “Any self-respecting car dealer will want to get home to their families or review the day’s sales or go out for dinner or renew their soul-selling contract with the Prince of Darkness or whatever it is they do to unwind.”
I was wrong.
Our plan was to peek in a few car windows, look at a few prices, and be on our merry way. George had a different plan, a plan called Let Me Get You Into The Showroom No Matter What It Takes, followed by plan B, which he called Please Please Please Please OH PLEASE Let Me Have Your Phone Number.
I’m not generally known as a person who likes confrontation. But at this moment, George’s aggressive nature and my fed-uppitiness with the car shopping process combined into a bad mix. Here’s how it went down:
George: “Let me get a little information from you.”
Me: “Actually, we’re not anywhere close to making a purchase. We just wanted to look at a few cars to get some ideas.”
George: “That’s fine, sir. Just leave Mom and the children here and we’ll walk over to get a little information.”
Me: “Umm…yep, I don’t really need to give you any information today.”
George: “Oh no, no personal information. Just a little bit about how you found us. You see, we’re doing some new advertising and…”
Me: (intentionally audible sigh) “Sure.”
We go through the normal routine. How did you find out about us? What kind of car are you looking for? How much money do you have lining your pockets at this very moment? Are those fillings in your teeth REAL SILVER?!? And then…
George: “Okay, what’s the best way to reach you?”
Me: “Excusez-moi?” (I always get French when I’m surprised and offended.)
George: “Your phone number? What’s the best phone number?”
Me: “George, if you just needed marketing information, why does that include my phone number?”
George: “Um, well…you know, if a car comes in you’d be interested in…”
Me: “I told you, I’m not making a purchase any time soon. And you did say I didn’t have to give any personal information.”
George: “But you see, sir…”
Me: “Please hand me that very sharp letter opener and point me towards your jugular vein.”
Alright, so I didn’t exactly say that. But I thought it. And by golly, George didn’t get my phone number. (Score one for the non-confrontational guy.)
But then, we went through the managerial dance. You know the one: where George’s manager pops over just to say hi. And then George’s manager’s manager comes by to see if you good folks are being taken care of. And then George’s manager’s manager’s 11th grade biology teacher just happens to be in the neighborhood and tells me that he was the best grasshopper-dissecter in the school’s history.
And then I left.
I left, with George still holding on to his forms without my personal information. I left, with George’s manager still trying to hand us car brochures. I left, with Coldplay blaring in the showroom and the stench of pushy salespeople still strong in my nostrils.
And it was at that moment – that very moment – when I realized why most people get so freaked out about attending our churches. It was at that moment when I realized why so many men are hard to engage at our first time guest tent. They’ve been burned before. They’ve been harassed with phone calls and unannounced visits and form letters asking them to give to the capital campaign. They gave out personal information, that information was abused, and they emotionally divorced themselves from the process.
At the Summit, we’ve tried very hard to walk the fine line of follow up. What we do is engage in a follow up phone call or email just to say “Thanks for attending, how was your experience, do you have any questions?” What we realize is that different people receive that contact in different ways. The vast majority appreciate it. We’ve had hundreds of comments where people say, “Wow, in a church this big, I never expected you to notice I was there.” In my opinion, that’s a strong win.
However, there are also people that don’t want follow up. Those are the folks that choose to remain anonymous, and those are the ones where we have to acknowledge their preference and respect their wishes. No nagging questions. No forced paperwork. No guilt.
Or at least we hope.
Maybe, like George, we’re blind to our own idiosyncrasies. Maybe we’re more interested in assimilating you than serving you. Maybe we care more about our process than about your personality. That’s why we’re asking the million-dollar question every day this week: What has your experience been?
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