A Tribute to the Chairman

Yesterday, I learned of the well-earned retirement of Mr. Mayce Webber as Chairman of the Deacon Board at Rosedale Park Baptist Church. And immediately, a flood of gratitude came rushing in.

If you know me, you know how much I love salmon. Like that determined fish, you have supported my swimming against the current —pressing upstream to create a first-class, Christ-centered, Black church-based youth ministry right in one of Detroit’s toughest neighborhoods. Looking back, I realize the vision I carried wasn’t always crystal-clear to you, or to most of the congregation and leadership. But you were steady, wise, and faithful—choosing to encourage and support me anyway, even when the path was hard to see.

Mr. Webber, you carved out space for our young people to dream big and thrive. Because of your unwavering “yes,” the Student Ministries Department (SMD) set a standard of excellence that rippled far beyond Detroit’s Black church community. I still remember the day we invited you into our little office down the street. Donnell Harlin and the team, along with me, shared our wild vision for youth outreach. Your face held the mystery of uncertainty, yet the words that leapt from your mouth—“You have my full support!”—ignited something powerful in us. Those words fueled our courage.

And we went to work. With your blessing, we did what once seemed impossible:

  • Built a Habitat for Humanity home from the ground up—the first youth group in the organization’s global history to lead such a project—partnering with Comerica Bank.
  • Adopted three neighborhood schools, forging genuine relationships with Vetal Elementary & Middle, Redford High, and Mann Elementary School.
  • Helped families move from homelessness to homeownership, with several of those households now boasting college graduates in every room.
  • Created a school-based program designed for underachieving elementary students that ultimately moved several students to Vetal’s 4.0 Club. Rosedale High School and college students developed the program and curriculum for  Super Kids. It created a hands-on and active learning environment as an after-school program.
  • Built three homes in Matamoros, Mexico; remodeled an orphanage in Jamaica; and hosted vibrant Vacation Bible Schools in the Bahamas, Jamaica, and in Detroit.
  • Launched countless Five-Day Backyard Bible Studies with a curriculum our own youth designed.
  • Advocated for Operation Sunrise, ultimately helping send more than 300 Black college students—including Rosedale youth—to serve in Southeast Africa, and Rosedale’s students in  Ethiopia.
  • Leading thousands to Christ either directly or indirectly through our partnerships, affiliations, or SMD.

These achievements matter—but what mattered most was knowing, deep down, that you had our backs. When our spirits sagged and our human batteries ran low, your words of encouragement lifted us.

On a personal note, your ministry of presence still humbles me. You sat with my brother through every one of my surgeries and hospital stays. I will never forget waking from recovery and hearing the very first voice—it was yours.

And, Mr. Chairman, you never missed an opportunity to exalt the name of Jesus. Whether holding the mic on Sunday or speaking quietly to one soul, you kept Christ at the center, always.

Your children—Chris, Jeffrey, Jason, David, and Rachel—are stars in their own right. But to me, you are a SUPERHERO.

Thank you, Mr. Webber, for showing us what steadfast faith, quiet strength, and joyful service look like. May God bless this new chapter as richly as you have blessed all of ours.

Everybody Needs a Pastor

This has been a traumatic week.

Death and grief have visited our community through the tragic, accidental loss of a loving husband and wife, faithful urban missionaries serving in the Brightmoor neighborhood of Detroit. Their sudden departure has left five boys under the age of 15 without their parents, and a host of family members and friends drowning in sorrow.

Many Christians are quietly (or not quietly) asking: “Why, God?”

Because in the end, everybody needs a pastor.
Not just a preacher. Not just a leader. A pastor with the heart of Christ.

As I’ve sat with the weight of this trauma—both the personal grief and the collective grief of our believing community—it hit me deeply: we are like sheep without a shepherd. The same words that described the crowds in Matthew 9:36 and Mark 6:34 now describe the ache I feel for our city.

I remember during the height of the pandemic sensing this same void. And once again, the Spirit whispers: Lord, as pastors, we must have a resolve—mixed with a Word, connected to an action—for the people.

We need pastors in the spirit of Galatians 4:19, where Paul doesn’t speak of position or prestige, but of laboring in love “until Christ is formed in you.” That’s the heartbeat of faithful pastoral ministry. Yet, somewhere along the way, we’ve drifted.

Today, many pastors have become church administrators, strategic planners, authors, influencers, bible scholars, and church planters. There’s nothing inherently wrong with any of those roles—but when the art and love of pastoring God’s sheep falls out of fashion, we’re in trouble.

Revelation 2:4 echoes in my spirit: “You have forsaken the love you had at first.”

There’s a powerful little book called They Smell Like Sheep. Its message is clear: real pastors live among their people. Real shepherds carry the scent of the sheep. These past few days, after attending several homegoing celebrations and sitting with grieving souls, one truth rang loudly in my spirit:

Everybody needs a pastor.

Not one perched above the people, but one who walks with them. Through the mess. Through the pain. Through the grief. A shepherd, like the one described in Psalm 23, who leads, restores, comforts, and remains present in the valley of the shadow of death.

And here’s another truth that pierced me this weekend:

Even pastors need a pastor.

As someone who has launched mentoring programs and worked with youth for years, I’ve often said, “Everyone needs a mentor.” The same is true in ministry: everyone needs a pastor.

A real pastor doesn’t lead with control, but with care. They don’t see people as numbers, but as souls. They are teachable, humble, and submissive. They don’t isolate themselves in pride or burnout because they know—they’re sheep too.

We don’t need to be Superman or Superwoman. We just need to be servants of Christ, not with pessimism, but with hope. Trusting Christ to be Christ and to do what only He can do: transform lives.

True pastors give more than inspiration.
They give biblical direction—even when it’s hard.
They preach truth, not trends.
Their goal is not to entertain, but to equip.

We must return to our first love—not the platform or programs, but the pastoral vocation—to love people deeply, walk with them patiently, correct them biblically, and carry their burdens when life becomes too heavy for them to bear alone.

As They Smell Like Sheep reminds us, ministry isn’t clean.
It’s relational. It’s gritty. It’s deeply personal.

This week has reminded me:
The world is full of people silently crying out for care.
Let us not forget our call.

Everybody needs a pastor.

I’m just saying… what do you think?