Last Wednesday evening I was ordained as a deacon at our church. I have not been to many ordination services, maybe two if that meaning. And certainly I have not been a major participant.
I was shocked when I received a few weeks ago saying that the church wanted to affirm me as deacon. Our church seems like it has many deacons. Each deacon has a flock of about 4 to 5 families. So they do need a lot of deacons. Our church is good about trying to put people into service positions. Wendy and I have been tapped for a few things already. I know that the odds of me being chosen after awhile were good. Now was the time. I was a little apprehensive because I know it is a big commitment, plus people I know had declined.
The service was based on the passage of Scripture of the interchange between Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well. My church views deacons as a servant role. So we were encouraged to be living water. The newly ordained deacons, eight of us, were given a cup to symbolize being living water. It was interesting because either the cup had a mineral taste or the water did.
Then came the part everyone associates with the ordination service...the laying on of hands. Most people wonder what is said. I have always heard that you cannot really hear what the people are saying. Most of the people I could make out what they were saying. It is interesting because some people I could tell who they were, but others I could not. I could tell that some people told everyone the same thing as they went down the line.
The orientation meeting is this Thursday night. So I will learn what all is involved. It will definitely be a learning experience.
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