Like a meandering river winding its way through a mountain range, it’s often difficult to trace the original source, though it’s frequently easier to discover where it ends. A life, my life, is within that range.
However, if asked “who am I?” I would answer “a child of God, being a disciple of Christ.” That sums up my daily life, my present and eternal self-identity, and my world-view of life in general. And it is how I filter the constant information bombarding me on a daily basis from the world at large around me; a world of which I am in, and in touch with, but not a member in the common understanding of the word “member.” I am a sojourner – a traveler through a mystery who is gathering pieces of a puzzle and trying to fit those pieces into a proper order. I have learned many things, but I have not learned how to stop learning. I always have a lust to know more and to keep in mind things I learned in the past. I like people and observe how we all are broken in different places, and wanting healing in those places; and how we all need each other to help put those pieces in order. Thus, I will say this plainly and succinctly: I have found that Christ Jesus is indeed, truly, The Answer. This is just a fact which makes up the core of my being.
I’m retired from ministry as a pastor/teacher and substance abuse counselor at a Christian faith-based drug/alcohol inner-city rehab, and homeless shelter(which I simply refer to as The Mission–its original name.) It was both the hardest and easiest assignment I ever experienced. Preaching the Word of God to men who knew their lives had reached the bottom of the barrel, and watching them receive it, was more than gratifying, it was humbling. When I wasn’t on my feet I was on my knees asking the Lord to give me His all in all that I needed, and knew I couldn’t do alone by my own natural abilities. And He always gave to me more than I asked to accomplish that which He bid me do. But it did keep me in prayer; in prayer while walking, in prayer while eating, even while sleeping I called out to Him. I’m convinced it is the only way I was able to last so long – I depended greatly on the conduit of faith from the Spirit of Jesus, through prayer and practicing the presence of God continuously in my daily duties, and expanded it into my world-view at large.
One reason I’m at this blog is to assess my years of being in His service and to wait on him for the mystery to further unfold. Will my next calling be activities at His behest in this world or closer to His side where He is in glory? The Lord only knows. But whichever, I will answer His call with a willing heart with joy. Serving Jesus by His leading me has been the most joyous experience in a long and abiding life which even death can not cut short, for that will only usher me, through graduation, to a home I have always had in my heart but never experienced on this earth…home to eternity face to face with my Lord and Savior. And the promise doesn’t end there. It expands higher, wider, deeper in joyous service with the Savior, eternally. The possibilities are limitless.
[A bit more about me, plus poems and things, in my Journal]