29 years ago, I was ordained as a minister of the Word and Sacraments in a small university town north of here. I made my vows in front of my parents and new congregation. I had no clue how to be a minister but, as far as I was able to determine, God called me to this work. I had images in my mind, all male, of how to be a minister but none quite fit for a skinny, mid-twenties, eager as could be, green gal.
I wanted to celebrate this milestone yesterday but family life intruded. I had no plans but felt I'd spend a few minutes thanking God for my calling and reflect on my years as a pastor. No. Such. Luck.
It's just as well I didn't because ministry isn't about me, ministry is about God.
So, I prayed, as usual, for a full measure of God's grace, to handle the family issues.
More and more, I'm convinced that the Christian life is about trusting God. Nothing new in this thought but I'm not one who trusts easily. My daily discipline is to trust God.
Thankful for my calling, even after all these years,