Receiving a Call


Have I told you the story about our little household of two receiving the call of puberty and menopause at the same time? I’ll save that for another day.

Reading to my young Anna and raising her up with all the good wisdom I could muster was living in a thin place, close to God. We discovered Good vs. Evil in the fists full of books we would devour and, with much help, we taught her that Goodness was God-ness; the only way to be.

Goodness is under attack. More like an ugly, self-inflicted, downward spiral of destruction caused by hate, fear, lies, and greed followed by fatigue and ignorance. A perfect storm of evil where the only peace one finds is through victory, a punitive, angry victory. Every generation has to be taught the folly of this kind of suffering. I let my bumper sticker speak for me, “Defunding Education is Defeating the Future”

My dad would say, “Don’t make waves” (he was a Navy man). I felt the need to keep an even keel: not a lot of questioning, no debate, no bias analysis . . . no self examination, just Dad’s attempt at humor through sarcasm and Mom’s exhaustion. It was the dawning of the age of television, a deflection away from intimacy. Just another one of the many tests that form us into who we are. Some we pass with flying colors.

I learned about Peace through Justice, an attempt at knowing the Truth. An attempt at least, at knowing myself well enough and at knowing to whom and what I will say, “Yes” when I hear the many callings. I vote for Good. I vote with my body. If I carry any invasive barnacles of entitlement or ingratitude I go back to the dock for a check-up. Yes is not a place to be without humility. Yes is a test: It is a place where we save each other from waves of repeating mistakes as the tides of our actions carry us ever so slowly into the Kin-dom.

This past year We have said Yes to more security, a new pastor, a remodeling project and for me, extra accounting challenges. We don’t walk away from something that is broken or challenging or changing, or because we think our absence would go unnoticed.

Yes is not easy and it keeps me alive.

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