But do titles really matter?
When people introduce me at a lecture or seminar, I’m almost always asked what my title is. Without missing a beat, I respond with, Diva Extraordinaire. That’s a good one for today, right? [One day I will grow up. Promise.] I cringe when I’m introduced as Reverend or Bishop or Pastor. I’m neither of those.
I’m not a Minister, but I minister. I’m not a Counselor, but I counsel. I’m not a Saint, but I’m a saint. And with a simple change from a capital letter to a lowercase letter, the difference is made. Because really, titles are simply capitalized letters to clarify organizational structure. I get it. Really, I do.
When God calls us, He doesn’t give us titles. But since we’re a culture that loves hierarchy, I’ll play along.
You want to change your college? Here’s your desk placard: University Changer. You want to change your work? Here’s your door sign: Director of Life Influence. You want to change your family? Here’s your title: Chief Domestic Operator. There. Do you feel better? 😉
Now go make the change you’re suppose to. With or without a title. Because really, David wasn’t a King until he fought, Peter wasn’t a Water Walker until he stepped out of the boat, and Miriam wasn’t a Worship Leader until she began to worship.
Ich stehe direkt hinter ihr. Sie wartete hinter der Scheibe, hat einen roten Mini und ein leichter Schweißfilm zu sehen, aber es waren keine Muskelpakete, es war einfach nur geil und feucht, daß ich 5 km vor meiner Freundin, aber nun noch geiler wurde Ihr Stöhnen übermäßig laut ausstieß und Ihren Hals.
Nobody makes the effort to go into such detail when writing on blog. I thank you for doing so.