Today was joy-filled, grace-filled, delightful. Today, my husband graduated from The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary with a Master of Arts degree in Christian Education. This was his second Master's degree. Quite an accomplishment, I would say. It was such an accomplishment that many people have been referring to him as Dr. Ritz today. We chuckle at that... It seems to some that two Master's should equal one Doctorate (although I am certain that those who have completed the rigorous doctoral program at the Seminary would disagree). Still others have wanted to begin calling Jason, "Pastor" or "Reverend" today. This makes us smile as well. Jason is who he is. He is no less or more himself today than he was yesterday before he walked down the aisle of the Alumni Chapel to the organ's anthem and shook the hand of the Seminary President and accepted his diploma. The celebration of his accomplishment today, while noteworthy on earth, hasn't caused a single angel in heaven to rejoice. The knowledge that he has gained while studying under so many learned professors only has heavenly value when it is put into practice, lived out, and shared with a hurting world. I have had the privilege of seeing my husband live this out for the past two years as a campus minister, and I look forward to seeing him keep right on living it out for as many years as the Lord gives us. I hope that I am able to match him step for step along the way. So what can you call him now, you ask? How about "At Your Service." You can call me the same.
Carla Ritz. Proof positive that God uses cracked pots!