I know it may sound weird, but I was thinking about the word “ministry.”
It led me to the word “minister.”
In every facet of our society, we have prerequisites–demands for people who are allowed to cross through the front door and be included.
In politics, you have to be political, personable and part of a party.
In entertainment, you should arrive with good looks and talent.
In business, you need a plan, financing and an approach.
In college, it’s a good idea to arrive with a history of good grades and a scholarship.
Even when you’re cashing a check, you need proof that you exist and that you are who you say you are.
But sometimes, in each and every one of our lives, those pillars of proof and attributes of acceptability disappear. We hit bottom, and for some inexplicable reason, grab a shovel and start digging ourselves deeper.
- We are not passable.
- We don’t fit in.
- We are at our worst.
- We are not pleasing.
- We are bedraggled.
We have ceased to register on the scope of reasonable human appearance and behavior.
That’s when we need a minister.
That’s when we need ministry.
So if those who are called to serve others and minister have a laundry list of requirements for the bedraggled souls who come their way, then we generate a Bowery of lost souls who have no place to go.
If dirty people have to get clean to be pure enough to remove the specks of grime that cling, then there is no hope for our race.
Somewhere there has to be a place, a person, an idea or a gospel which takes those who have sullied their opportunities, treats them as the human beings they were intended to be, and patiently guides them to a personal discovery and cleansing.
Is there such a place?
Is there a ministry?
Is there anyone who really still believes “whosoever will may come?”
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