I am among the ministers of God

The word *minister* can make my ordinary life sound far more formal than it is.

I picture someone spiritually certain, publicly devoted, and prepared to say the right thing when another person is struggling.

That is not how I usually feel.

This lesson may not be assigning me a title. It may be reminding me that every encounter gives me a chance to serve the purpose of love.

God’s ministers are not necessarily the people with the clearest answers.

They may be the ones who refuse to use another person’s vulnerability to feel wiser. They listen without rushing, tell the truth without humiliating, and leave room for guidance that does not come through them.

I remember talking with someone who was facing a decision and clearly wanted me to tell them what to do.

Part of me enjoyed being trusted.

Another part knew I could not carry the responsibility for their choice.

Serving them did not mean becoming the authority. It meant helping them hear their own honest knowing, naming what I could see, and admitting what I could not know for them.

That felt less impressive than giving advice.

It may have been more useful.

Being a minister of God does not require constant availability. Sometimes service takes the form of a boundary, a referral to someone more qualified, or the humility to recognize that my involvement is not what the situation needs.

Today I want to notice the opportunity for service hidden inside one ordinary interaction.

My role may be brief and almost invisible.

The ministry is not the importance of what I do. It is the purpose I allow to move through it.