Scripps Sunday #73

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This is from a book by Barbara Brown Taylor that I read this summer for one of my classes: 

"Over the next five years, I struggled with the ordination question. I read books, prayed, made appointments with my bishop, and canceled them. I entered diocesan programs and dropped out of them. I worked as a seminary administrator and a hospital chaplain. I took part-time jobs at churches. I moved a thousand miles away and back again in eight months. I listened for voices in the night and searched the sky for signs. If lasting preoccupation with the church constitutes a call, then I was called, but called to what? To be a priest, or to be a Christian? 

One midnight, I asked God to tell me as plainly as possible what I was supposed to do. 

‘Anything that pleases you,’ That is the answer that came into my sleepy head.

‘What?’ I said, waking up. ‘What kind of an answer is that?’

‘Do anything that pleases you,’ the voice in my head said again, ‘and belong to me.'

That simplified things considerably. I could pump gas in Idaho or dig latrines in Pago Pago, as far as God was concerned, as long as I remembered whose I was.” (page 24-25).  

As you dance, play ultimate, work on your classes and internship, & spend time with friends, may you take these words to heart and remember that you belong to God in all these things. 


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