The pastor was not too long into the sermon before declaring that he does not care about titles. It has been years since then, so I don’t remember what exactly led up to that part of the sermon culminating with that declaration.
All I can remember is that I was brimming with expectation.
Many times, during worship service at church and in my private devotional times as well, I become overwhelmed by the presence of God and the knowledge of the reality of his love for me. Inevitably, this results in tears gushing down my face and a cry that can only be described as a full-scale bawl that somehow finds its way out from an otherwise fortified, reserved personality. In response to this overwhelming sense of presence and love, I would wish that I could pluck my beating heart out of my chest and hold it up to God so that he could examine it and see how much reciprocal love for him is encased in it. Simply saying “I love you, Lord,” just doesn’t seem to be good enough.