Sunday, November 30, 2003
More recommended reading by Matthew Gatheringwater:
I don't think calls to ministry come only from some kind of happy place, some denominational cheerleading section of the soul, or something that can easily be cut and pasted onto a resume. If it were that easy, it wouldn't be ministry; it would just be a job.
What follows is really good. Especially this:
[T]here are deep wellsprings of life pent up all around us, trapped under rocks, condensed into clouds, frozen in the ice. And what I worship cleaves the rock and makes the rain and melts the snow. It is a god of transformation: changing tragedy into humor, water into wine, life into death and life yet again. It never stops calling and I think it calls to you every bit as much as it calls to me.
Copyright © 2003 by Philocrites | Posted 30 November 2003 at 4:27 PM