Last week I decided to name my car "Cross-bearer."
One of the things I keep reminding myself is that my strength comes only from God. In many ways my car, if work's based salvation was a thing, deserves to be in heaven more than I am. Without my car, all of my ministries would fail. Like one person in my small group calls me, I am literally a glorified chauffeur: driving Moody or UIC students around, dropping off missionaries at the airport, or taking international students shopping. My car does all the heavy lifting, and even others can drive my car and do ministry with it. I still remember when I was going blind and was in so much fear of driving, or when my car was stolen and subsequently held hostage at the shop, I felt so helpless. I believe God showed me grace and reminded me of my weakness through that. My car is currently my greatest spiritual gift and ministry tool I have in Chicago and I should not squander it.
My Cross-bearer continue to advance the Kingdom and bring Glory to my Father.