I remember working for the bank…way back in the day. I had a friend named Dave. He was a complete encouragement to me even when he probably should have written me off. I was a bit of a jerk when I worked for the bank. After working with him for a while, we were having lunch and we were talking about my future. Somehow our conversation went in the direction of school…Bible school.
Then I was working in Boston in a horrific environement. I can hardly say that I was at my “best” while up there. I was emotionally a train wreck. I developed a bond with my manager, JD. One day he point-blank asked me what I wanted to do. I told him seminary. Now, a year later, whenever we chat it up, he encourages me to go to seminary.
Today, I went to lunch with my current manager. He asked me in his circuitous way if I’d gone to seminary. I wish I could say that I’ve been at my best, but, again, I’ve not.
Where am I going with this? Deneen, you already know that you are going to seminary. Duh. Why do you need confirmation? Where is your faith?
Why, I’m glad you asked.
Sometimes God needs to remind me that it’s not about me. It’s not about me being at my best. It is me allowing Him to shine through, even when I’m at my worst. Especially when I’m at my worst. It’s about God showing Himself to others through me, not about me showing God through me. Does that make any sense? It does to my exhausted mind. Maybe I have a case of the sleepy haha’s. Or maybe God is showing me something. Something that I feel you must need to know also.
Eat the meat. Spit out the bones. But whatever you do, hit your knees and thank God for the breath that you have in your lungs.