Perfection: Calley Sivils

My sisters

We must strive in seminary to

Slay

The demonic persuasion of

Perfection

I’m worried, my sisters

Too many “graduate”

Still under the guise that

ministry

Is about their perfect lives

Not about the Perfect’s

slaughter on a cross.

The pulpit is a platform

For stardom rather than a

Sacrificial field for

shepherding.

Satan wants students

To ignore our own

Darkness

And imitate he who

Masquerades as an

Angel of light.

X marks this spot

Where ministry dies.

My sisters, run.

From anger at not being

 her

From frustration that spouses are

 sinners

From bitterness at wifehood’s

Absence

Remember Him

Look at Him

Abide in Him

My sisters,

To be in ministry,

Lights in this post-illuminated age

Is to walk in satisfaction

Amidst the screams of social media

Is to love the closest and farthest

as the world builds fences

tolerant and intolerant

Is to stand on the

One Firm Foundation

Even when our idolatrous

Fail-safes

Fail

Are you ready?

To let the imperfection

Of your own life be seen

That a watching world

Might understand

Christianity does not place

The burden of perfection

On the flock but on the

Shepherd?

That the world might be

Stunned

By the love a holy God

Has for

wholly adulterous

People?

For even ministries with

Flawless online presence

Will rot to the core

And lead lambs astray

If not guided by the Word

If not empowered by the

Spirit

If not dependent on the

Father.

Grace flowing from

The blood-stained

throne

 reverent adoration for the

King of kings

X marks the spot where

Ministry thrives.

Gospel transforms.

Seminary unites

rather than

divides.