I admit it. I am ambitious.

I have dreams of being successful, making a name for myself, being recognized as one who gets the job done. I picture myself as a great speaker whose statements are listened to, appreciated, and noted. I see myself as the pastor of a large church, respected by my fellow clergy, and loved by my congregation.

Right now, though, I'm an assistant pastor.

I don't disparage my position. I recognize that I'm doing important work for the Kingdom and that the Lord has placed me here. Really, I'm content.

Still, these flashes of ambition hit. When they come, I'm sensitive. I concentrate on not letting anyone despise my youth. I work at being sure others recognize me as vital, indispensable, and important. I insist on the title "assistant pastor," not "youth pastor." I see my peers who have their own churches and wonder, "Why not me, Lord? I know I haven't missed your will. Why am I still a member of a church staff and not the pastor of a congregation?"

Being ambitious, and ...