There are moments in life long forgotten yet their impact is never-ending. It was just a few words, and I’m guessing the missionary who spoke them would hardly remember them today.
Jill and I were in Bucharest ready to head back to the United States after a two week long mission trip with students. We had shared some ministry struggles with our missionary host over dinner earlier that week, and soon after he sent us off from the airport with a profound perspective. We were simply on an assignment… and maybe it was nearing its end.
At the time we were feeling bound to where we were, by choice really… feeling an almost lifelong commitment to our ministry. Walking away would mean that we failed or even worse that we couldn’t make it. Yet with just a sentence or two that weight was lifted. It gave us confidence to later leave with integrity and without shame.
My calling is simply to obey. There are no parameters to my calling except those defined by God. The “who?”, “what?”, “when?”, “where?” and “how long?”come from Him. They are assignments.
They might be complete even when it feels unfinished. They might be accomplished when I see no success. They might last ten years or ten days. They might be as complex as leading a church or as simple as saying hello. They might lead to the doors of a restaurant or the gates of a city.
I might work with eighteen year olds or eighty year olds. I might run a video camera or even run a race. I might volunteer or be paid. I might find myself speaking to crowds or teaching my boys how to speak.
I’ve been a dishwasher at a banquet hall, assistant manager at a restaurant, youth pastor, associate pastor, videographer, administrative assistant, web designer, communications director, volunteer at a shelter, and a short term missionary. I have been many different things and yet through it all the same… a servant of God.
My assignments may vary, but my calling stays true. I will walk with integrity and stay grounded in the Word. And whenever or wherever God leads me… I will obey.