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Preface: recommended reference: Faith / Current / Moved, Used, Set Apart

Riding to Louisiana, someone just wouldn’t let the “leadership" conversation die.
So, I divulged my divine answer: “I will not lead a group, but I will lead leaders.”
“That’s ministering,” was the reply.
“Me, ministering?” I laughed. “I could never, too terrifying. Suppose I say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing? For example…” I started, and went on to tell about my recent unnerving cemetery experience.
When I was done, the driver turned to me and said, “He saw you.”
It was said with such conviction, I panicked. “No way, I never slowed down, just drove around the block.”
“He saw you,” was repeated.
“Great,” I said, “that sucks.”
“Why? How many stones did David take to meet Goliath?”
I knew the answer but I didn’t get the connection.
“The answer is three,” the driver said holding up three fingers, “David took three stones with him.”
Then another question was posed. “But, how many did he really need?”
“One,” I answered.
“One,” nodded the driver.

I took a dozen stones with me that day. But, I really only used one.

Could that really be considered ministering? Was I truly defending a spirit? Why was I so easily moved without resistance? Why am I uncomfortable being that symbol, representing my faith?

Why am I so annoyed about this? Because I was not in control then, and I am not in control now.