“For the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life.” That short phrase found in 2 Corinthians 3:6 makes me a minister. Imagine that.
However; I’m not a minister in the way you might imagine. If a picture of someone who wears black with a white collar came to mind…or if a picture of a red-faced preacher behind a pulpit came to mind…or if a barefoot, soft-talking, robe-wearing person came to mind, you didn’t conjure up the kind of minister I am.
The kind of minister I am really needs more emphasis on the verb “minister” than the noun. To minister to someone simply means to tend to or care for or help. Because I believe in and trust God I know He exists in three persons…Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
And God the Spirit gives life, eternal life, to those who love Him.
And since I’ve been given such a wonderful gift, I’ve been given sufficient abilities to minister the new covenant to anyone else who would like it.
The new covenant is really easy to understand when you take a second to soak it in. In the “old covenant”, salvation came through keeping the letter of the law and sacrificing animals and other things when you fell short. But as Paul said in 2 Corinthians 3:6 “the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life”.
Yes, there was a time when you had to be born a certain kind of person or become one of those people in order to make your way to God. And even when you fell into one of those categories, there were a multitude of laws you had to follow. Thank God for His new Way. Now anyone, regardless of race, sex, or social stature can enter the Kingdom of Heaven. You only need to want to. You only need to believe. If you ever need any help with that, I want you to know I’m here…ready to minister to you how the Spirit gives life.
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