Tuesday, January 3, 2012

A Call


I know right, two posts in one night. Am I bored because my wife is at a meeting or am I really going to follow through with my resolution? I guess we will see.

Kat and I have decided to read Your Word together. We are in Genesis and I just read the first few words of Genesis 12 including the title, "The Call of Abram." Why did you call me into ministry? I have always wondered why. I have yet to really even share your love with my father and yet you have called me to ministry. I am humbled and yet often times feel unworthy to have been called.

And yet, I read the words that you told Abram to leave his country, his people and his father's household to follow your call. I think about my friend, Jesse Shuster and his family that answered your call to leave everything they know and follow your call. I think about my life and wonder if you will call me to leave everything I know. Will I do like Abram and just go or will I be more like a Jacob and want to have a wrestling match? I wonder what paths this call will carry me down, what people I will meet and how you will use me?

Just as Abraham said, my response is, "Here I am." As I read over the words that I have written, I feel compelled to send my dad an email. May you be with each word and prepare his heart.


1 comment:

  1. Derek,

    I think we all wonder if we'll heed God's call when He calls us to something unfamiliar - something that might cost us what has become dear to us. I've heard it said that we should hold the things of earth loosely in our hands, in an open palm, so that God may take them more easily should He chooses and so that it will be less painful for us if we should have to give them up. Easier said than done, but it is something we should all strive for daily.

    This is a prayer from The Pursuit of God by A.W. Tozer. I think it speaks well of the fear we all share in giving our all up for God.

    I want to know You, but my coward heart fears to give up its toys. I cannot part with them without inward bleeding, and I do not try to hide from You the terror of the parting. I come trembling, but I do come. Please root from my heart all those things which I have cherished so long and which have become a very part of my living self, so that You may enter and dwell there without a rival. Then shall You make the place of Your feet glorious. Then shall my heart have no need of the sun to shine in it, for You will be the light of it, and there shall be no more night there.
    In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

    Thanks for your blog,