Ministry Funk

Ministry. It's such a simple little word, but also one chalked full of opportunity, possibility and love. I've read some absolutely amazing accounts of ministry the past couple of days, including Fran's church which opened it's doors to 125 displaced New Orleans residents. And I've cried many tears of joy at just how sweet people can be as they serve one another in the name of Jesus.

Why is it then that I find myself today in a full blown ministry funk--not really wanting to do anything or even seeing any opportunities? I don't know if that's really a term, but if not it should be. Maybe it's better labeled as a bad attitude, one that has yet to be touched at the deepest depths by the Holy Spirit. Or maybe it's just a sign of my physical body which has been for the past week or so pretty sick. If so, then maybe my ministry funk is just a temporary state of being. I hope so, because this isn't a comfortable place to be in right now and certainly not one that's worthy of a Child of the God (or heiress if you were in SA and heard Beth Moore's message).

So where does this leave me? Well, I guess I'm praying for a healthy dose of the Holy Spirit to chase away the darkness. In the meantime, I'm left hanging here, stuck in a funk and too tired to do anything much to fend it off.