CallingMy husband and I were talking about what it means to be called. Called to write. Called to a particular action. Called to a job. Called to a place. Called, called, called. It’s one of those “Christian” words that I think we sometimes use without really considering what we’re saying.
And when I hear people use the term it’s usually preceded by “I feel.” I feel called to write. I feel called to help the homeless. I feel called to eat a big slice of chocolate cake. What? Not a calling? Okay, so how do you know?
Feelings are notoriously unreliable. I feel like sleeping late. I feel like eating an entire pizza all by myself. I feel like giving up my steady job with benefits to move to Italy and grow olives. So what’s the difference between those feelings and feeling called?
Can you be called to something but have to wait years and years before you actually do it? Like being called to adopt, but having to wait five years before it works out. Or being called to preach, but not having the opportunity until after you retire. Or being called to share the Gospel and never knowing if you’ve impacted even one life?
Can you be called to something you’re NOT good at? Like someone with a tin ear being called to music ministry. Or being called to speak when you have paralyzing stage fright.
I’m trying to be more mindful of what it means to be called. To what my callings are and how I’ve come to the conclusion that they ARE my callings.
In the meantime, chime in. What does being called mean to you? What have you been called to and how did you know?