In case you haven’t guessed, I love Sweet Tea. It is the nectar of the gods – just ask any southerner. No meal is complete without at least 2 – 3 glasses of the sugary concoction. But lately, I’ve been craving something a little different. I haven’t been able to locate a vendor who can help, so I am hoping that maybe someone who reads this might be able to help.
In January, I celebrated another birthday. Like most people, the occasion prompted me to assess my life up to this point. What I came to realize is that this particular candle on my cake served to illuminate the fact that I am not where I thought I would be (or should be) at this point in my life. This year is a little different than my normal birthday regrets, because for several months, I have been feeling the stirrings of the Lord prompting me to “Go!” The kicker is that He hasn’t bothered to tell me where, yet. I’ve had many suggestions from well-meaning and loving friends and family, and all of them are tempting. . .but no real clear arrows pointing to a specific location. I’m thinking something in the neon family, oversized and obvious, but for some reason, God just doesn’t seem to communicate that way – at least not to me.
Many years ago, I realized that I was called to full-time Christian ministry. What does that mean, you may ask? Well, I suppose that it means different things to different people. It’s one of those “Churchianity jargon bytes” that can mean almost anything, but to me it means that I want to be vocationally involved in the ministry of Jesus Christ. Unfortunately, that’s still kind of nebulous in terms of direction. I have a few specifics – or ministry areas that really tug on my heart strings: First is music, specifically worship and praise music. Secondly is missions in some form or another. Another area is writing – inspirational and/or informational. OK, so how does all of that work together? The great part about being “called” to ministry is that God takes on the responsibility to make the way. He just wants us to take that first step in faith.
That’s what I’m doing. I hear the Lord saying, “Go!” In the book of Genesis, another person heard a similar directive.
“The LORD had said to Abram, “Leave your country, your people and your father’s household and go to the land I will show you. 4 So Abram left, as the LORD had told him; and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he set out from Haran. 5 He took his wife Sarai, his nephew Lot, all the possessions they had accumulated and the people they had acquired in Haran, and they set out for the land of Canaan, and they arrived there. ” Genesis 12:1, 4-5
I’m getting in my car this summer, with a vague idea of where I’m headed, but trusting that God will show me. Some may call it foolishness, some may call it faith. . .I only know that I have to “Go!” I know that I will not celebrate my next birthday looking backward and wondering “Why didn’t I ___________?” Maybe along the way I’ll come across a hole-in-the-wall café that serves just what I’ve been craving – a large, steaming cup of clarity.