In your mercy, Lord, you called me,
taught my sin-filled heart and mind,
else this world had still enthralled me,
and to glory kept me blind.
Lord, I did not freely choose you
till by grace you set me free;
for my heart would still refuse you
had your love not chosen me.
Now my heart sets none above you,
for your grace alone I thirst,
knowing well, that if I love you,
you, O Lord, have loved me first.
from The Hymnal 1982
Words: Josiah Conder (1789-1855); alt. Charles P. Price (b.1920)
Music: Halton Holgate, William Boyce (1711-1779)
I think I have a new favorite hymn! I’ve been humming, playing and singing this since Sunday. It’s new to me. We sang it as one of our communion hymns.
One of these days, I will have to record someone, maybe even myself…singing it.
Have you ever felt called? To what? How did you respond?
I was talking to a dear friend not too long ago about how she is doing spiritual work and education as she progresses in her postulancy to the deaconate. We talked about how as she is doing more of the “work” during church services it feels more like a job and less like church is feeding her soul. How do you find God in this space of “work”?
This is as tough as it is simple. Then I thought, well, How you do find God? That might be the only question. But, it’s not so simple, and I wanted the time to just rest with it and think on it, as millions of thoughts were going through my mind.
Is it the same is my own ministry of being in the ICU as a nurse all these years? Where I’d just GO, GO, GO and crazy things would happen and suddenly I would just KNOW that God was taking over where I could only do so much? Is it like when I take an early morning drive, see a sunrise and feel God saying, “Good Morning!”? Maybe it’s more like trying to find God, while doing the laundry. How do we find him there? In the mundane, regular acts of daily life. Will we just know or do we have to look?
Then I thought, as a Eucharistic Minister, who gives the gift of sacrament to people, made in the image of God, can you find him there? If the face of 80 or 90 year old that may or may not make it up to the altar. In the face of the mom and dad wrangling their children, full of energy, to get to the table. In the face of the 2 year old who may or may not understand, but wants to be loved and accepted at Christ’s table as well. In the face of the businessman who makes it to church, but never says very much. Can you find God, not in the work, but in the images, the faces, and the stories that come to the table every week hungry and thirsty for God?
I would love to hear your stories, your thoughts. Please comment if you are moved to do so. Blessings and Peace to you today.