Your Hat Won't Fit Me

My calling is not yours and yours isn't mine. In other words, we don't wear the same hats in ministry, but we are all working toward the same goal: building up the body of Christ--the Church.

We are not all cheerleaders. If you hand some of us pom-poms, they will be waiving in our hands, not as we pump folk up, but as we speak truth to the weights and secrets that are holding them rooted. 

Ministries operate differently. Please don't despise ministries that don't look and feel like yours. They are just as effective in walking in their purpose as you.

Some encourage and exhort. And do it very effectively because that's the hat they wear.

Some of us speak the truth in and out of season. We cry loud and spare not. We have to because it's the "hat" we wear. 

For instance, Evangelists will visit a church and rip the covers off of "hidden" actions and sinful thoughts with the truth--for sin separates us from God, then move on leaving the Pastor to put bandaids on the members after they're gone. Yet, if "hidden" sin has been stripped and souls set free, the Evangelists have effectively walked in their ministry.

So...don't try to put your ministry hat on someone else because it won't fit.

Listen, these scriptures say a lot more than highlighting the offices/titles in the church body. 

Ephesians 4:11-16 KJV

11 And he gave some, apostles; and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, pastors and teachers;

12 For the perfecting of the saints, for the work of the ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ:

13 Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ:

15 But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ:

16 From whom the whole body fitly joined together and compacted by that which every joint supplieth, according to the effectual working in the measure of every part, maketh increase of the body unto the edifying of itself in love.

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