A lot of people have asked me, "Joel, I really want to go into full time ministry, I think I have what it takes to be success in this area of life."

First of all, I just lied to you... all of you. Nobody has asked that question to me. That I'm aware of. Sometimes when you're talking, I completely space out. Not because I have A.D.D. or anything like that, I just happen to find your voice completely boring. But that's besides the point.

Ministry is not glamorous. At least the kind of ministry that we're called to live by. The one where we humble ourselves when somebody does us wrong, and what do we do? Forgettaboutit. Because we're aware that we've done others wrong. A true minister is not one who makes sure that you give money to him, but the one who gives his money. When a single parent with two children can't afford the things we take for granted each day, who will step up to help them? Perhaps Obama in all the glory of his "Yes, You Can" will personally show up on the doorstep to remind them they're loved, and will hand them bag of assorted food items. My guess is that he'll be busy in the White House trying to change the curtains so his dark skinned complexion goes well with his photoshoot.

That leaves it up to us, as a community, not only of Christians, but a world of others who want to make a difference in the lives of others, simply by loving their neighbors. Even if it means to sacrafice the things in our own lives. Because the greatest minister to have ever walked this earth, walked as a homeless man, and did so by his own choosing.

I wonder if high class preachers, living in mansions, wearing custom made suits make Jesus sad.