No, this isn’t a post about the Lion King. Sorry, we’re not going to talk about Simba. (Though the movie is epic in scope and just a lot of fun, for the most part.)
This is about reminding a pastor who he is… and being reminded myself.
Yesterday I got to take part in the installation of a brother in the ministry into his new congregation. It is traditional in our circles that any pastor who is there may lay hand on the pastor and speak a word of encouragement or advice, ending with a proper Bible verse. I got to do it, too!
This was a first for me. Frankly, as I stood in a lineup of… nine? Ten? pastors, I was very nervous. I wasn’t the youngest one there — two other pastors involved in the ceremony were in my graduating seminary class, in fact. Yet, I was being entrusted to speak a word of blessing on a brother in the ministry. I was entrusted to speak God’s Word to one of his representatives.
I put my hand on his head and told him, “Newlin, there’s a lot of new things in your life. It’s a new city. It’s a new church. It’s a new home. But don’t forget who you are. Don’t forget who it is that you serve in this congregation. They are New. And you are New. From 2 Corinthians: ‘If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has gone; the new has come!”
I was not the most eloquent. I wasn’t even the briefest! I was not the only one to really concentrate on Gospel. Yet… I think God spoke. No, scratch that. His Word was applied directly and well. I know God spoke.
And that’s… that’s a wow. That God would use me, not only to speak to my congregation, but also a brother in the ministry?
Yeah. Our God’s pretty nifty.