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I have long loved the language of call. I have been called to ministry.
This phrasing reminds me that ministry is not just a job. It’s a way of being that gives shape to the whole of my life.
It emphasizes God’s interaction with me. God calls me, which means God communicates to me, which necessitates relationship with me.
That call is extended to me out of God’s presence and distance. God is here with me, guiding my steps. God is also beyond my comprehension, reaching across the gaps in my vision and understanding to stir my heart and mind.
Lately, though, I have been wondering whether call language is still all that helpful. When I am called by God, it’s easy to conflate my specific role - with all of its demands - with that sense of call. I don’t know how to live out my call in any other way than to be in this particular position and context and to give it my all, often to the detriment of myself, my relationships, and even my faith.
I could be wrong, but I don’t think that’s what our God of love and abundance wants for me, for us.
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