Observing Vocation

I spent last week in Chicago, part of which was spent working on a book proposal.  This experience was much more labor and emotion intensive than I’d anticipated.  Several questions floated on the periphery of my consciousness all week, questions like: If I write about my life, what is the consistent thread running through the story? And, so many crazy/amazing/ridiculous things have happened to me–which of those things have resonance for that theme? And, why would anybody want to read this?  Here’s a little reflection I wrote as part of that process, published over at Baptist News Global this week.

That day as I stood in front of the gathered congregation, I could feel their dismay — an almost desperate exasperation and lack of hope at the state of their community. It was my first congregational meeting as the pastor.

To say that I was wholly unprepared for leading congregational meetings, much less many of the other pastoral duties I’d been recently called upon to perform, may be rather an understatement. Still, as is my way, I endeavored to be as over-prepared as I could. I read up on Roberts Rules of Order; I scoured past congregational meeting minutes; I made a list of all the office volunteers to thank publicly; I looked and looked for a prayer or devotional reading that might communicate in some deep way all that my young and naïve pastor’s heart believed for this church.

Perhaps it was inexperience that led me to believe that this current state of affairs in the church was not its sad end, as so many seemed to think. Sitting in my very first history of Baptists course in college I learned the astounding idea that God’s Spirit might show up wherever she will, and that her action in the world is unpredictable. This shocking awareness was what allowed me to even consider the possibility that I might become a pastor myself, so it makes sense that as I stood up to face my congregation at that first business meeting, I just assumed that God’s Spirit was showing up, that we should just welcome this force that seems to blow in to the most unlikely places in the most unlikely ways, unhinging certainties and mixing things up, creating new possibilities we’d never considered. After all, isn’t it fundamental to our faith to understand that God’s way in the world is a way of insistent and perpetual recreation, where situations we’re sure are beyond redemption can finally find their way to hope again?

After fumbling through my report, in which I mistakenly left off the list of volunteers to publicly thank the longest-tenured and most difficult older member of the congregation, I finally got to my closing prayer. Earlier that week as I’d struggled to write a closing prayer in preparation, I soon realized I didn’t have the words I felt I needed. That week, in a frantic attempt to come up with something, I stumbled across what is commonly known as the Prayer of Oscar Romero, although it was not written and never prayed by him. The prayer speaks of taking the long view; its theme is blessing the work we do right now, in the immediacy of life, when we cannot see what the future holds, sure that the work of becoming is ever-ongoing. It proclaims the truth that the kingdom of God always lies beyond us, and that the substance of our work is found in living into a future we do not experience but believe with all our heart will come.

Those are lofty words for a novice pastor in her first congregational meeting but they named with such depth the possibility I could see in front of me.

From that lectern on that day, I’m sure I thought the task ahead was a professional task, one for which I’d prepared for years.

Since then, I’ve come to learn that the words of this prayer, words that call for becoming at every turn of this human journey, thread their way through my own life, inviting me to a rigorous engagement that relentlessly unfolds all around me.

I’ve come to believe that there is extended to each of us a perpetual invitation to live into the possibility God holds for each of our lives, and a divine insistence that we — and the world around us — can be about better things.

I think the words of this prayer are truer than I suspected, even as I read them with quavering voice at that very first congregational meeting of my first pastorate. Walking the human journey at God’s invitation plants in each of us, even in the darkest moments, an invitation to something better.

This pull, this understanding of my life and my calling as one small part of God’s grand work of redemption, has saved my life again and again. It has offered me an identity and purpose; it has invited me into holy places I never would have gone otherwise; it has given me words and meaning to ascribe to the darkest parts of my human living; it has planted the story of my life firmly within a larger narrative; it has helped me become the pastor.

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One Comment on “Observing Vocation

  1. Dear Dr. Amy Butler,

    “I’ve come to believe that there is extended to each of us a perpetual invitation to live into the possibility God holds for each of our lives, and a divine insistence that we — and the world around us — can be about better things.” The phrase “perpetual invitation”, sums, perhaps what I have been seeing, feeling and hearing the last four months since I started listening and reading your sermons. At my age, it is easy to slip and slide into skepticism and cynicism particularly those so-called still small voices that assault me during bouts of regrets and sadness. Guilt comes bubbling up to the surface in a hurry. Predictably, when I hear what I consider an invitation to reconsider my situation, I go into a frenzied effort to intensify this religious fervor to respond appropriately. But it fizzles and dissipates in a few weeks. For this reason, I learned to distrust even my genuine hunger and searching for God. I know because I faced these same familiar attacks before. Unfortunately, I created these demons myself. Now, I battle with them every so often. Almost in every occasion, I let them overwhelm and defeat me because it takes so much to win this struggle. Like everyone else, I get weary in constant state of war. When this happens, I stop listening to those still small voices because I feel like an alcoholic who relapses frequently and I question whether I can ever sustain a prolonged, normal, and healthy relationship with God. However, maybe the biblical truth, eternal security is not only a doctrine but the essence of who God is. God sends and extends continuously unmistakable “perpetual invitation”. It echoes and reverberates even louder if I patiently stay a little longer where I am at now. Things will change for the better, soon. This is what I am hearing. So far, this is my fourth month on my way back to the fold.

    Please continue sending your sermons and I wait with anticipation to your soon to be published book.

    Sincerely,
    Danilo Reyes

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