It’s been another full week: the United States celebrated the second term of its forty-forth president as Princeton Seminary ushered in its seventh president. In both personal and public places, and in the first month of a new year, we’re in the business of reflecting on where we’ve been and where we’re going.
This weekend, I was challenged by the words of Dr. King, as he embraced the present moment despite its imperfections, as his moment, to which he was called. On Tuesday, as I heard the new president preach at the seminary, I was moved by his charge to allow God’s dreams to interrupt our small goals and to use our limits as a way back to God. As he mentioned his thirty-one years in ministry, and as I looked around the congregation filled with pastors and hopefuls, I felt that call, as I’ve felt it many times over the year, to serve, to lead, and to minister.
But then I realized: talking to a Chinese friend that morning, and forming words in another language that might provide some comfort, some empathy, some peace–I felt myself called to that. Discussing anthropology and faith earlier this week with my faculty mentor at the seminary, I felt myself called to that. And worshipping God on Tuesday in community and feeling free and full, I felt called to that.
And I wondered, perhaps we are the ones who put the limits on our lives, who cling to small calls when God has wider, fuller dreams? I feel gratefulness choking me up when I realize that a life where every moment is spent in service and praise of God makes ministers of us all–no more, no less.
My expectations brim with faith these days, faith that our definitions of call are too narrow for God’s infinite wisdom and abundant vision, faith that my limits speak of possibility when they draw me nearer to God, and faith that the kingdom of God isn’t fleeting or futuristic or finite–it’s here and it’s in you and me and all around us!
May you go this weekend in the knowledge that you are imperfectly, humbly, yet emphatically called to this life.