Just Boys
Boys. That's what our pastor calls us interns. "My boys" we are affectionately referred to at times. "Remember that boys," "pay attention boys," "did you get that boys?" If you didn't know better, you may think boy is a derogatory term, but I wouldn't want it any other way. We're "his boys."
And after starting off the week having lunch with him, having class with him today & then again tomorrow, you realize how well the term fits. We're just a bunch of boys. When you get to spend time around those who absolutely love the Lord, refuse to give in to the trials of ministry after decades of faithful service, & are still growing & persevering in their walk with Christ, you realize, at just 20 something years old, you're just a boy. And that's not such a bad thing when you are blessed of God to get the chance to serve under the men of the faith who exemplify godliness & can show you how to grow from boys to men.
And after starting off the week having lunch with him, having class with him today & then again tomorrow, you realize how well the term fits. We're just a bunch of boys. When you get to spend time around those who absolutely love the Lord, refuse to give in to the trials of ministry after decades of faithful service, & are still growing & persevering in their walk with Christ, you realize, at just 20 something years old, you're just a boy. And that's not such a bad thing when you are blessed of God to get the chance to serve under the men of the faith who exemplify godliness & can show you how to grow from boys to men.
