People love titles. A union started labeling maids as household technicians. Teachers are now being called "educators." Waitresses are now "servers." Stewardesses are now "flight attendants," and housewives are "domestic engineers." I suppose that beats the term for garbage collectors – "sanitation engineers!" Pardon me if my shorter hair exposes my red neck, but why do we have to have a title? When your child skins his knee, he doesn’t need a "domestic engineer" but his mommy.

Benjamin Franklin was an inventor, ambassador, statesman, signer of the Declaration of Independence, and crafter of our country. His tombstone reads: "Ben Franklin, printer." If you know who you are, you don’t have to convince anyone else. Jesus calls us His "servants."

We are redeemed children of God and joint-heirs with Christ. When we know who we are, then we can discover what we should do. God’s job description is simply to serve Him and others as you love Him with all your might. Allow what you are and have to be used for God’s intended purposes. However, make sure that you are following the Great Commander in Chief.

Hawaii was jolted when suddenly "the few and the proud" of the Marines were fewer by two. A private and a corporal were put in the brig back in the 80’s for a small breech of military etiquette – they took a 19-ton amphibious assault vehicle on a joy ride. The battlefield brontosaurus, designed to carry 25 heavily-armed soldiers into combat, began a 5-mile journey by crashing through a fence at the Kaneohe Station. Driving around in such a vehicle when there is no fighting going on amounts to a kind of a lie. Looking tough may not actually be tough. Besides, many things in life require getting permission.

While the battle for godliness rages, let’s brandish "the sword of the Spirit" and wear the armor of God as we go in the right direction. Let’s not do like those Marines and sideswipe a car but rather stay in the lane of God’s plan. Our lives and this ministry are no joy ride, but can influence people for eternity and must be taken seriously. This morning in my Quiet Time I prayed, "Private Wicker reporting for duty, Sir!" That’s who I am and what I do.

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