My Calling

 

My Calling

     I have not been called to the lost tribe of Israel.  That is someone else’s gig.  Me and the band will get together.  Someone will be the front man.  Maybe I will play drums.  In the days of teacher, evangelist, prophet, apostle, and pastor, I might take the later.

     He came to me.  He told me I was no prophet.  Other voices have told me else.  He confirmed in me a grass roots, kind of dirt-track calling that required humility, so I am debased.  I have learned of myself who I am without Him.  So that was a great place to start.

     “I give you care,” He told me.  And that would be enough.  I aspire to be a gentleman and I find this calling to mesh together rather nicely.

     Today, I asked a woman to go ahead of me in line.  You see, when she hesitated, I affirmed her that she was a woman and that she also carried a basket.  Chivalry, no, didn’t even know the woman’s name, but the fact that God made her lesser or second, compelled me to excuse myself to the side.  I am not to say Woman is lesser.  By no means, you have my great respect since you are baby bearers.  But I care, and that patterns my actions.

     I am rapidly growing up into this – "grandpa thing" which again meshes well with my God calling.  I am a pastor who is being tempered.  I am being further refined.  Shall I also be entrusted to those under You?  Yah.  I am not called to beat the hedgerows.  Nor am I an eloquent teacher.  Being an apostle, I would never drill into the ground a new church – I do not have the global vision.  I am simply learning to look outside myself and to care about others.

     So I am sent, not to the wandering lost, but to the ones already chosen.  You see, unless you honor the Son, the Almighty has little to do with you.  Yes, He pities the ignorant but to the flagrant blasphemous, He cuts down with an axe.  Pity the man who knows better and continues on like he can escape the judgement.  Weird I say, but I was one of them.

     Back to the call.  I am one to preach, “Once saved, always saved.”  This twisted world is caught up in meritorious service.  In other words, you get what you work for.  Ain’t the thing in God’s kingdom.  He knows who is His.  There is nothing we could do to compare with the Son’s blood.  It’s just that good!  What fellowship has dog urine with pure, unadulterated, liquid gold?!

     Any who.  I find myself finding those who have swallowed the lie that God has given up on them.  Hogwash!  What Father throws in the towel when His son is in the ring bleeding?  What one heads to the exit door in shame because He can’t stand to watch.  Embarrassment?  God can’t be embarrassed because He doesn’t make those kind of mistakes.  If God be for us, who can be against us?