© 2016 Christy K Robinson
Many of us understand that ordination doesn’t confer privileges or gifts upon the man or woman being prayed for, but is instead a human recognition of God’s call and His gifts already bestowed to that person.
Maybe it was different with me. I’m not a professional
pastor, but my gifts lie in music ministry, teaching, hospitality, compassion,
and tongues (not that kind of tongues—written
communications!). When I was ordained as an elder, God changed me.
A few days ago at a party, I was speaking with friends, a
young pastoral couple who will be ordained to ministry next week. They’re
beautiful people, and they’re bursting with love for everyone in sight. I told
them that there’s more to pastoral ordination than a pay raise or respect of the church members—that the Lord will magnify His
gifts to them, and they should prepare for dramatic changes in their lives. He
will give them an authority they’ve not experienced before.
In my experience, it didn’t happen at once, but the change
was real. I became more confident of my skills, and they blossomed. I developed
guidelines for writing a daily devotional book, solicited authors, and wrote
more than a quarter of the year’s entries, as well as rewrote and edited the
others. The book was published first by my employer, and later by Review &
Herald. And then I wrote five more books! (More books in the pipeline, too.)
I’d been a keyboardist for three decades for many
denominations, playing mostly traditional and classical hymns and service
music. But at my church in California, I played for a praise team at the early
service, and “high church” for the later service, in addition to playing at
other denominations nearby. I’m much more comfortable coming out from behind the
big instruments I play, and connecting with other worshipers.
Over those years of Bible study and multiple church services
on Saturdays and Sundays, I took notes in my study Bible. (The Presbyterian
minister gave the best sermon about the Sabbath I’ve ever heard, and the female
pastors in Methodist, Episcopal, Presbyterian, and Adventist churches taught me
more about compassion and practical everyday love than any male pastor did.) When
my remarks or teaching in Bible classes receive compliments from visiting
ministers, or my written words have made something clear to a PhD minister in
the Assemblies of God, I confess that it feels really good to have come so far
from my former church-mouse self, but recognize that my knowledge came from
God-ordained pastors of several denominations. I use that background to better
communicate with my readers.
There have been other blessings to my life that are of a
more personal nature than I want to share here, but they definitely date to my
elder ordination in 2004. The pastor and all the church elders laid hands on my
shoulders and head and prayed for God to bless me and use those gifts to build
up the church. He has answered in abundance.
The refusal of some denominations to accept the gifts and
call that God has bestowed on women is a tragedy not only for the women they
snub, but for the congregations who won’t benefit from those gifts, the people
who can’t or won’t participate in a church led by a man, and all the unchurched
who are waiting for the ministry that would come from that godly woman.
Conversely, think of the potential ready to burst forth from the as-yet-untapped
resources of women who should be ordained elders and pastors.