For the longest time, I really and truly believed this. I had friends who went off to college to become teachers and doctors, lawyers and accountants, and although they were Christian, I for some reason believed that they were not in the ministry – they would serve in their churches, but not in their daily lives.
Teaching at a Lutheran school was a great experience for me. It was a challenge and it wasn’t always easy, but I am blessed by my time there – still to this day. It’s fun to be “friends” with my former students on Facebook. I see their daily lives and think, “Wow, so and so really has done well.” Or I see how the Lord is using my former students in amazing ways.
Now that I have been “out of the ministry” for some time, I have realized that no matter what I’m doing, I’m still ministering to others. Taking my kids to school, I’m ministering to them. Spending time with my students at preschool – even when we aren’t singing about Jesus? Yep – that’s ministry. Kissing my kiddos booboos and giving them hugs to lift them up. Total ministry. I celebrate every day. I am blessed every day just by my daily activities.
I was having a conversation a few months ago with a friend from church. I told him that someone had mentioned to me that Cayden was meant for the ministry – he says some pretty profound things about Christ and forgiveness – and he’s only 6 (okay, in 3 days he’ll be 6). His response to me? “Cayden is in the ministry. We all are. All the time.” And he’s right. Cayden ministers to me daily when he practices forgiveness with all he comes in contact with – our dogs, myself, his sister, his friends. Forgiveness is not easy for a child, and yet Cayden is filled with it. And he shares it with everyone.
We are called by Christ to share His love with everyone we meet. We have each been given different talents and gifts by Him. And it doesn’t matter if we use them in a classroom or at playground, what matters most is how we use what we have been given. Even though I am not in a typical, everyday classroom where I teach religion, I am touching the lives of those around me. And whether I realize it or not, I am ministering to their needs. I just want to be like Jesus. I want others to know Him. Not as some scary and powerful Lord who can take away everything in the blink of an eye if he wanted to. I want people to know the Lord who weeps with me, celebrates me, and loves me, not because I’m perfect (because we all know I’m not), but because He made me.
Our pastors reminded me this Sunday (and yes, me personally, but it was for all to hear) that our God doesn’t just wait for us to worship Him. He doesn’t sit around and take notes on who sings better or is serving better than another. The Lord celebrates YOU. You! Not just His Son, but YOU and me. It’s in His word, Zephaniah 3:17
The Lord your God is in your midst,I don’t know about you, but I do know that there are times in worship when it take every ounce of my being to not fall on my knees in praise and adoration for my Lord. And there it is, in His Word, that he is singing for me. Because He made me. He loves me. He loves me.
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.