In addition to moving around the world, I am moving forward toward ordination as a Teaching Elder which is Presbyterian speak for becoming a minister. The preaching kind. I go before presbytery on September 21st. Presbytery is a regional gathering of Ruling and Teaching Elders (lay leadership and ministers) to first see if they agree that writing can be a valid call of ministry and then to see if I am qualified to be a minister. Presbyterians are big on group discernment, group decision making. I think we figure that if God really wants our attention, then the Holy Spirit will nudge everyone or at least everyone who is open to being nudged. Presbyterians don’t trust lone prophetic voices very easily and understandably so. There’s sometimes a fine line between God’s quiet voice and a need for drugs and therapy.
My particular path toward this ordination has gone long, detoured often, and from time to time seemed to go nowhere.
And then, especially in this last few months, this journey started attracting strangers and acquaintances who have gone out of their way to help move this quest forward. Who have put themselves into conflict with others just to keep this moving. Who have spent important hours of their lives driving and meeting and talking and editing and giving of themselves.
These are gifts I know I have not earned and I am awestruck. i am humbled.
“A man can no more take in a supply of grace for the future than he can eat enough today to last him for the next 6 months, nor can he inhale sufficient air into his lungs with one breath to sustain life for a week to come. We are permitted to draw upon God’s store of grace from day to day as we need it.” – D. L. Moody