On Christmas
Eve, the parent of my piano students brought over a gift card for me, on
which she wrote "Happy Holiday Christ." She's Buddhist and a
first-generation Chinese immigrant, and forgot the Y on my name. But I
must admit, being called a name of God does seem like a lot to live up
to!
On the other hand, my parents named me Christy because of its meaning: "anointed to royal service." Taking and living out a name that is a title of Jesus (not actually his surname!) is a great responsibility.
Just a
reminder: if you are a Christ-follower or Christian, you, too, are
anointed to royal service, no matter what your birth certificate says.
So I'll enjoy the gift card and the generosity of the giver, and will take the gentle reminder from God that he has work for me to do. Not works to attain salvation or favor, but work that may be inconvenient, cost time or effort, or even hurt. That's what "service" or "ministry" means.
Helping-serving-ministering is a gift we give every day, not just on Christmas.
Happy holy-days, every day.
Sincerely,
Christy
Christy
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