Ordination

I'm not quite sure I can find the words.

How do you describe something supernatural with words that are so human? I feel limited, somehow.

The ordination ceremony was beautiful and celebratory and intense and rich and deep and full, all at once.

I feel like I should be able to describe the service for those unable to be there to witness it, but I don't know if I could really capture it for you.

The joy of the praise, of lives set free dancing before the Lord.

The move of the Spirit in worship, laying ourselves down before a most Holy God.

Apostle Judy Shaw and her words of encouragement over us, calling us to be true sons and daughters to our Father, to our calling, and to this ministry.

The ordination charge, calling us to lives of service. Bishop Joseph McCargo made it clear that being called to a life of pastoring is like signing our own death certificate, daily choosing to lay down our lives for the sake of Christ, for the sake of others, for the Kingdom.

But, it was the laying on of hands that I am finding it a challenge to explain.

The words spoken over me.

The emotion of the moment.

The depth and filling, that perhaps even more than "couldn't", it shouldn't be explained.

There are some things that are just too sacred...moments of such richness that words can't contain...sweet and powerful and "bring you to your knees" goodness.

So, I sit, without words, but knowing that for me, ordination was an equipping for what was ahead. And I can rest in that. I can be confident in the spiritual equipping that was poured down.