A Glorious Ministry (And Why It Broke Me)

The first time I tried to minister for God, I did it with everything I had. I gave my time, my energy, my sleep, my future. I built it on discipline, pressure, and sacrifice.

And I believed that if I did everything right, God would show up.

But He didn’t.
At least not in the way I expected.
And the more I tried to force His presence, the more I collapsed under the weight of trying to earn what He had already offered freely.

This is the story of how I lost my ministry—and finally found my God.
Not behind a performance. But behind a vail that had to be torn down.

📖 2 Corinthians 3 – The Vail That Still Blinds

When Paul defends his ministry in 2 Corinthians 3, the Corinthians are basically asking: “Where’s your proof? Who gave you authority?”

Paul's response?
“You’re the proof.”
He says the only letter of recommendation he needs is the Spirit-written transformation in the lives of those he’s ministered to.

Then he says something that cracked my theology in half:

“…not of the letter, but of the spirit: for the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life.”

The Law—good as it was—was still a ministration of death.
Even Moses, when his face shone with glory, had to hide it behind a vail. But Paul says that vail is gone in Christ. And what we have now is an unveiled ministry—one that exposes, transforms, and doesn’t fade away.

That’s not just a theological statement. It’s a map of how I fell apart… and how grace put me back together.

🔥 My Story: Ministry by the Letter

After high school, I enrolled at Hyles-Anderson College. Everything was about soul-winning, sacrifice, and urgency. It was intense—and I loved it.

So I gave it everything.
I fasted. I prayed through the night. I read Proverbs weekly, Acts weekly, Psalms monthly. I became a bus captain. I prayed twenty hours a week. I worked, visited, burned out, repeated.

And the results?

My bus wasn’t growing. I was physically exhausted. Spiritually discouraged.
And emotionally—ashamed. Because in that world, when it didn’t work, it was always your fault.

“You expect me to believe you’re knocking doors and God isn’t blessing you?”
“Is God a liar—or are you?”

I believed the problem was me. So I pushed harder. I wrote letters. Called off work to visit midweek. Skipped sleep. Increased my program budget.
And when that didn’t work? They took my route from me.

That was the final crack.

I walked away—bitter, confused, and convinced that God either didn’t care or didn’t want me.

🌲 What Happened in the Woods

Eventually, I came back home. Spiritually cold. Angry.
I started working on a new bus route. I wasn’t prayed up. I wasn’t fasted up. I wasn’t anything but present. And suddenly, my bus route exploded. 100+ riders. Overflow.

And I was furious.

Why now?
Why when I wasn’t even trying?

I yelled. I shut down. I told myself, “God is blessing me to spite me.”

But then came a moment.
Alone. In the woods. No phone. Just me, a towel, and a Bible. And I told God:

“If this is what You want—a jobless, broke, suspended-license loser—fine. I’ll do it. But I have nothing left to earn it with.”

And the vail tore.
Not the one between me and God. The one I had hung between me and grace.

“Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”
(2 Corinthians 3:17)

🔍 Reflection: From Veil to Mirror

Paul ends the chapter with this:

“But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed…”

That’s what changed me.
Not better effort. Not higher numbers. Not a more spiritual schedule.

I saw Jesus clearly—because I stopped hiding.
I stopped performing.
And I started letting the gospel do what no program could do.

🙏 If You’re Ministering With a Vail…

Let this post be your permission to stop.

The Law kills.
The Letter kills.
But the Spirit gives life.
And He doesn’t need your resume.

He just needs your face.
Unhidden.