Apostle: (n.) 1. each of the twelve chief disciples of Jesus Christ. 2. an enthusiastic supporter of an idea or cause.
Titles are what non-talented people cling to in order to avoid being evaluated on the quality of their work.
You can tell exactly how useless these assigned names are by how popular they are in our present-day society, which seems to be stuck in the muck of ego, unable to maneuver in any direction.
I, too, am often asked to produce my running list of titles. These are supposed to be words that inform the hearer that I am worthy of being listened to and that I have jumped through enough hoops to be part of the circus.
I’ve even had people correct me when I’ve addressed them by their first name, to inform me that their title must be included–otherwise they have a sense of what we might call “nomenclature nakedness.”
So instead of granting people dignity and appreciation for their deeds, we bequeath them with titles.
And this is why the original apostles nearly suffocated the message of Jesus of Nazareth–because they spent most of their time sitting around discussing who was greater and who Jesus liked better. In the process they began to kiss up to the very same individuals who originally had crucified their Master.
Fortunately for us, they stopped being apostles and turned back into rag-tag fanatics.
Because I will tell you of a certainty, King George III was not impressed that Benjamin Franklin came up with the idea of electricity or had constructed a stove. He considered him a rebel and a rapscallion and was prepared to hang him.
And the American history books can be grateful that Mr. Franklin did not take offense, but agreed to don the role of rebel so that we might be free.
Titles frighten me. They assume that their mere inclusion should produce respect.
What should give us our respect is whether we follow through on what we say is truly important.
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