Mark 12:35-40I am old enough by now (48 at last count) to have seen a number of trends come and go within the church. When I was a kid, way back in the 1960s, humility was much in vogue. People eschewed titles of any kind, instead referring to one another as "brother" or"sister." The most highly respected person in the group, as everyone knew, was the one who wore the plainest clothing. You may disblieve me when I tell you that the absence of a wedding ring on a married pastor's finger was something like a badge of honor.
A few years later, in the 70s maybe, education was very much the thing. To be called "Rev." or "Pastor" didn't seem to convey quite enough authority. Those in the know sought additional letters to accompany thier name, and anyone not referred to as "Dr." so-and-so was perhaps not much to be reckoned with.
As our churches grew, long about the 80s, modifiers were added to the title of pastor. One was either a solo pastor, an asssistant pastor, an associate pastor, or a senior pastor. I recall the delight with which I first signed a letter as "senior pastor," having recently hired a college kid to staff the youth group.
It is with some mild amusement, therefore, that I now observe the trend away from titles of authority. We now have lead pastors and team leaders, but no Reverends, Doctors, or Senior Pastors. I recall seeing one fellow who chose the oxymoronic title of "Chief Servant Leader."
We still enjoy finding ways to show, with a subtle word or two, which of us is the greatest in God's Kingdom.