Here’s to you,
The seminary reject.
The mom with no time for seminary.
The dude with a job.
The family in the pew.
The widow in the nursery.
The seasoned rookie.
The mint veteran.
What you do goes unrecognized. There’s no sign in the church parking lot with your name on it but there should be. There’s no recognition from the platform because the people on the platform don’t know what you do. There’s no accolades or raises or sabbaticals or training conferences. There’s no books or magazines or hashtags describing your task.
You just do it. You represent Christ every day in the small things. You come into contact with the people the pastors only read about. You take the words of Jesus seriously and love your neighbors as yourself. You pick up their mail. You check on them. You listen with the ears of Christ. You pay attention to the nuances in their voice. And you take action when the Spirit leads.
There will be no pension checks for you. There will be no housing allowance. There will be no leased car. You will pay your own cell phone bill. You will mow your own grass.
You are the unqualified. You are the heros of the faith. You are the workers reaping the harvest. You are the ones from whom Good News flows.