It’s been nearly a month since my last real column. I took that break for a few reasons, chiefly among them to recharge and refocus myself after the torrent of the weeks before. And wouldn’t you know it, that when you ask God to help you slow down, He obliges? If I had known that asking the Lord to help me slow my pace that He was going to permit me to tear my ACL, I probably wouldn’t have asked it that way.
Perhaps one of the most misunderstood and misinterpreted facets of ministry is the “call of God.” Some make too much and others too little of the reality that God calls specific people at specific times to speak specific things to a specific group of people.
In a previous post, I announced my new position as youth pastor for a new church body. I am excited and eager to get to work building relationships and sharing the gospel with the youth of both the church and the community at large. This will definitely be a challenge for both Natalie and I as we gain the trust of the youth and their parents, and seek to disciple them in the boundless truth of God’s grace.
There’s something ominous about the idea of change. Even though the change taking place might be good, very good even, the uncertainty of the future is always a little daunting. Any transition or life-change has a way of upsetting your comfortableness with the way things are to prepare you for something new. And this newness is the source of both fear and hope. Fear of the unknown and hope in the One who’s already there.