Thy will be done

Jonah 3:1-5, 10; 1 Corinthians 7:29-31; Mark 1: 14-20

I remember the day I received my call—follow me and I will make you fish for people. In my case it was a call to ordained ministry. Although my call was more like a slow culmination of events and experiences, there was one dramatic moment in my senior year in high school. It was 1973, just three years after my denomination officially allowed the ordination of women. At the time, I knew nothing of this historical moment. Since the second grade I had informed those who asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” that I wanted to be a doctor. But it turned out not to be my calling. I tested my professional desire by volunteering for several years as a “candy striper” in our local hospital, and discovered that I became light-headed at the sight of anything sharp and medical. I figured medical school would be rough.


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