Typically people are “called”into ministry. I don’t know if God actually dials their number or if he sends a postcard. Apparently people wait to get that call to know they are supposed to go into professional religion.
What about the rest of us?
Do fireman get a visit from their heavenly father in a flake retardant suit?
I believe that God gives us all gifts. Sometimes it’s cool stuff like singing or hitting a baseball and sometimes it’s biting stuff like proofreading and breast feeding. We don’t ask for these gifts they are just in our DNA. We see our children and their gifts, but how hard is it to see our own gifts?
The fact is your gift probably isn’t flipping burgers, answering the phone, or digging ditches (if it is, that’s not your only gift), but we all like to eat and sleep indoors. So for eight plus hours a day we work at non gifted jobs. I can’t imagine that’s very fulfilling. I know it’s not enough in my life and I love my job.
Another belief of mine is that the human spirit is “called” to find the body behind the calling voice. In essence answering the question of what is my thing or what’s my calling? I think those dreams are what wake us up hard days. No one oversleep a calling, but we’ll snooze a forklift shift several times.
If you know me, I love to talk. If you really know me, you know I love to public speak. If you are inside my brain you know that I believe that’s my calling. I still don’t know how or when, but one day I’ll be one of those guys on a book cover.
Dream big…You can only jump as high as you set the bar.