The Calling
God I’m scared. I want to do as I have been instructed, but that requires a blind fall of faith, only to hope & pray that the safety net is in place for me. God why did you let me walk away so late in the game? Did I throw away all hope? Where does the road lead, and how far is it before I see the next stage?
God I’m scared. I know the path you have set before me, but I also know the path that the world bids me to follow. The worlds way seems more sure, the worlds way is so easy, and the worlds way is where most those I know have traveled so I would travel not alone. What would you have me do? Deny myself, deny those who pester me constantly, deny what I have learned through the years? My Lord, when you picked your disciples you chose those that the world deemed not good enough, you chose those who didn’t pass the worlds tests. I have never been the one to take the broad path, and yet every day I feel myself slipping towards it.
What would you have me do? Would you have me leave those around me and find one to fight along side me? Would you have me stand in the crowd directing those around me to you? Your word says that the stars proclaim your name, that the heavens break every barrier of speech bringing the reality of your existence to the tribes of all people. You do not need me to put those on the path you have chosen for them, those you have called out to, those you have hand selected. Yet you have deemed me worthy to follow your lead… would I be so bold as to revoke such an honor bestowed upon myself? Oh I surely hope not.
Lord, show me the strength you have placed inside of me for I would not get very far without it.
“It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the ending. Because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. You see folk in those stories had lots of chances to turn back, only they didn’t. Because they were holding onto something.” “What are we holding onto Sam?” “That there is some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.”