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A Prayer for the Work of God and Humanity

Today’s post from Paul Pastor is the finale of Hinneh: a blog series on vocation and calling. If you’d rather read all the posts from the series in a short ebook, the writers have generously made it available for free. You can download a PDF copy here, or downloads in Epub (most tablets/e-readers) and Mobi (Kindle) formats are available as well. To receive the rest of the series in your inbox, sign up here

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For prayer together, especially at times of planting and harvest.

Leader: God of all, who at the beginning of all things declared your work in creation to be very good, look upon the work of our hands—our labor, career, and calling—and grant that we may be workers truly made in your image.

People: Lord, hear us.

Leader: We confess that we have failed in our work countless times; failed to love you and our neighbors, failed to love ourselves and the whole of creation. We have not seen the work of our hands as holy. We have not honored the earth or the balance of creation with our labor. We have exploited our brothers and sisters, both knowingly and unknowingly. We have worked according to the fall of our race, not according to the very good.

We humbly repent, and turn to the way of Jesus.

People: Lord, forgive us.

Leader: Show us a better way, the way that is old yet ever new, the way of the Father’s good will, and the Son’s word of creation, and the Spirit’s sustaining of all things.

Teach us to work as you work, for the joy of your nature, the glory of your name, and the good of all creation.

People: Lord, show us the way.

Leader: Grant that we may work in keeping with your good and creative nature, for the redemption and re-creation of all things.

By your Spirit,

May our artists and writers make true and beautiful things, calling us to love through their imaginations.

May parents raise up children as if they were raising Christ, in patience and wisdom.

May those of us in public service work tirelessly for justice and the social good.

May those of us in service industries work with excellence, learning to love the kind and the unkind as Jesus would.

May all entrepreneurs find faith and success in their work, and seek to pioneer better ways of trade in our communities.

May business leaders seek to raise up those around them, giving away the honor that they receive, and find means of commerce that give to all, not profiting at the expense of others.

May craftsman express their excellence and individuality through their work, making and repairing the things that we depend on for life and comfort, and making such things beautifully.

May farmers and all who tend the earth do so with wisdom and skill, for the health of the land and the fruitfulness of the harvest.

May all clergy and workers in the church be blessed to empower Christians in the love of God and neighbor, and the making of disciples.

May all who struggle with unemployment, underemployment, or wrong employment know that you are with them. May they find comfort, and ways to contribute to the greater good with the time and skills you have given them.

In every good human endeavor, let us work with humility and true hearts, in the hope and vision of the kingdom of Jesus Christ our Lord.

Grant that we may do all this, and teach others to do the same, for your pleasure and the good of the whole world.

People: Lord, grant our prayer.

Leader: Lord, bless us that we may be a blessing—in our homes, places of employment, neighborhoods, and everywhere that we go. Bless us that we may know you in whatever work our hands find to do. Lift up the forgotten, humble the proud of heart, encourage the weary, and remind us of your great work, that has never ceased from the beginning of creation.

Together: Our hands are yours.

Our minds are yours.

Our hearts are yours, O God.

Leader:  In the name of the Creator, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, we pray. Amen.

People: Amen.

Paul J. Pastor is a writer, editor, and grassroots pastor living in Oregon’s Columbia River Gorge.

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On (A)vocation

Today’s post from Jenelle D’Alessandro is part of Hinneh: a blog series on vocation and calling. If you’d rather read all the posts from the series in a short ebook, the writers have generously made it available for free. You can download a PDF copy here, or downloads in Epub (most tablets/e-readers) and Mobi (Kindle) formats are available as well. To receive the rest of the series in your inbox, sign up here

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To be honest, I don’t have the hots for the word “calling,” these days. Neither do I for its more chic Latinate sister, “vocation,” from vocare—to call. 

We have trouble with these words, because we’ve tended to toss them around like the well-worn bocce balls in my Uncle Anthony’s backyard.  We don’t get any nearer to the meaning, because we’re so often tossing the idea of “calling” so closely alongside hefty, confusing, bouldering facts.  You may call these facts / life.

Consider this familiar self-talk formula:

<a> Invariably I must pay bills / debts / provide for my family / et cetera.

<b> My identity is so closely intertwined by this thing I do to accomplish <a>.

<c> Yet, AM I NOT MORE than just the sum of my doings? Ergo, I will pursue that THING I’m MEANT to do!*

And then we are so often met with a formidable feedback loop that returns us back to the ruckus of responsibility in <a>.

*Side commentary for another day: Millennials are more likely to pursue <c> with reckless abandon, perhaps with a certain purity that we all love to hate.

The issue for most of us, I think, is more one of avocation.

When I was a sophomore at UMBC, a brilliant nun named Sister Kathleen Feeley guest-lectured a 300-level course in our English department. She was in her 70s. She had long been president of the College of Notre Dame in Maryland, and we were more honored than we knew to receive her. 

She stood at a lectern and rewarded us with accidental aphorisms, recited poetry and inspired a life lived closely to excellent books. 

The bit I remember most from her course was when she said this:

“There is vocation. And then, there is avocation.”

I don’t quite remember all that she taught us about avocation, but I do know that she led me out on a search-party.  That was 1998.  I am still feeling the stone-questions ahead of me with my bare hands, and she helped invite me in to the mystery.

Avocation, etymologically-speaking, is a calling-away from somewhere.  Let me urge you to overlook the terrible, terrible word the dictionary will tell you it means—a hobby, or a side-gig.

An avocation is not so pedestrian to be a side-thought to your vocation. No.

The beauty of avocation is that this is THE THING we give license to call us away to experience things fresh. An avocation forces us to learn to see again.

Do you have something that you pursue that gives you permission to pause and truly look at your inner life?  I do not mean to scroll the Instagram feed of your thoughts, as we mindlessly do between other things.

Do you have something that causes you look within yourself and stretch out, to ask more expansive questions? Something urging you to see connections with the world, with the cosmos, with your horribly-moody neighbor/mother-in-law/sister/brother?

…Something urging you to make deeper connections, to be present, to love more heavy.

For Annie Dillard, it was writing. (She uses words better than most of us, so I defer to her speaking of these things in terms of a “calling”).  Dillard pleads with us that once we find that thing – we must pursue it with a sort of violent love:

“Stalk your calling in a certain skilled and supple way…locate the most tender and live spot and plug into that pulse. This is yielding, not fighting…

I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. Then even death, where you’re going no matter how you live, cannot you part. Seize it and let it seize you up aloft even, till your eyes burn out and drop; let your musky flesh fall off in shreds, and let your very bones unhinge and scatter, loosened over fields, over fields and woods, lightly, thoughtless, from any height at all, from as high as eagles” (Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Talk).

At the turn of the 20th century, Rilke wrote a series of letters to an aspiring poet that gives similar wisdom. Yet any of us could strike-through the word artist below, and ask what that thing is for our selves:

“I can’t give you any advice but this: to go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows; at its source you will find the answer to the question…Perhaps you will discover that you are called to be an artist. Then take the destiny upon yourself, and bear it, its burden and its greatness, without ever asking what reward might come from outside” (Rainer Maria Rilke Letters to a Young Poet, book 1, trans. Stephen Mitchell).

If I can humbly insert myself into the community of Dillard and Rilke for a moment, it seems to me the most pressing issue for most of us is to make a commitment.  What is that THING we long to do, the DOING that allows us to see different layers of our selves and our world—perhaps even of God?

Once we find the answer, we should allow it to call us away for a time.  Even just for a period of thirty minutes, get called away from your smart phone and your TV. Get called away from the anxiety so rampant in our overly-fed American lives.

May you be a person of fierce avocation.

**Post-script: As of this writing, Sister Feeley, now 85, has left Baltimore to moonlight as a teacher at a university in Ghana. It seems she’s been called away to something beyond herself: http://archives.explorebaltimorecounty.com/news/99478/80-she-still-answers-her-calling/

Jenelle D’Alessandro is a Writer-Producer-Ninja in Los Angeles with Radar Creative (http://radarla.com). She blogs about poetry and theology at http://jenelle.ninja and tweets at @freshgreenbeans. She is currently perfecting her olive mozzarella omelette.

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When You Aren’t Gifted, God Equips the Called

Today’s post from Jonathan Pearson is part of Hinneh: a blog series on vocation and calling. If you’d rather read all the posts from the series in a short ebook, the writers have generously made it available for free. You can download a PDF copy here, or downloads in Epub (most tablets/e-readers) and Mobi (Kindle) formats are available as well. To receive the rest of the series in your inbox, sign up here

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God calls people.

It’s one of the foundational understandings in scripture. Throughout the Old Testament, The Gospels, and the Epistles we see God calling people to do His work.

I don’t understand why God would use people. All I know is that by his grace and wisdom He calls us to do eternity shaking, difference-making, and life transforming stuff.

As I was wrestling with the call God placed on my life at an early age (I still wrestle with the specific calling and I pray I always will), one of the things I always heard was,

“Look how God has gifted you to find what He’s called you to do.”

I was told to take a spiritual gifts inventory and pray about whether or not God was calling me into “full time ministry.” This is sound advice. There’s nothing wrong with considering our passions and our gifts to some extent. However, one of the things I’ve learned as I’ve gotten a little older and wiser (hopefully) is that God doesn’t always equip us before He calls us. In fact, He often doesn’t equip us until after He’s called us.

We see countless examples of God equipping the called throughout the Bible.

  • Moses struggled with God because he lacked so many tools to do the work God called him to do. God equipped him along the way.
  • Abraham was an old man when God placed the call on his life. God did the miraculous and equipped him for it.
  • David had no real skills to be king. God called him out of his pasture and into the king’s palace anyway.
  • Jesus laid his divineness aside and followed God step by step in order to complete His call.
  • Peter had a big mouth and struggled with His faith. God equipped him as he boldly declared the name of Jesus at Pentecost.

The list could be much more extensive. The point is this…

Just because you don’t feel currently equipped for the call you feel God is whispering in your ear doesn’t mean you’re hearing things.

I believe with all of my heart that God gives gifts to us for the edification and growth of the Church. Sometimes, those come early on and before the call, but it seems to me like that people that shake eternity for Jesus are the ones that are willing to step out and say, “God, I need you because I don’t have all the tools I need to do this.” They’re the ones God uses greatly.

Don’t wait on all the gifts to know if you’re called. Just seek God’s voice.

Jonathan Pearson is the Orangeburg Campus Pastor at Cornerstone Community Church and the author of Next Up.

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Calling is a Verb

Today’s post from Cara Strickland is part of Hinneh: a blog series on vocation and calling. If you’d rather read all the posts from the series in a short ebook, the writers have generously made it available for free. You can download a PDF copy here, or downloads in Epub (most tablets/e-readers) and Mobi (Kindle) formats are available as well. To receive the rest of the series in your inbox, sign up here

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When I was younger, the idea of a calling was so much easier. I remember youth group sermons and endless conversations about discerning your strengths and gifts in order to discover your calling.

It was scary, certainly. The idea was so weighty, so meaningful. It was as if my calling was carved into me somewhere, and I just needed to find that hidden place. I lived in fear of finding out that I was called to far away mission work, or (gasp) singleness.

In those days, calling was an immovable concept. It did not change, and could not be revoked. It was discerned and lived out over the course of a life.

I’ve always loved the story of Samuel. It’s such a wonderful example of the way that God finds people, even when they aren’t looking for Him (even, as in the case of Samuel, when they are sleeping).

God calls to Samuel, audibly, it seems. It takes a few times for the reality of the situation to become clear to Samuel, and Eli, his guardian (and a priest of the Lord).

God speaks to Samuel, inviting him into a relationship of conversation. That concept might seem familiar now. We are used to the idea that God can speak to us and chooses to relate to us, but in those days, a relationship with God was rare. Words from Heaven were not freely given.

I have given up listening for a call to the things that I would least like to do. I have given up checking boxes on spiritual gift forms, in order to discern my calling. Instead, I am listening for the invitations to engage with God in conversation. I am listening for the sound of God calling my name.

Conversation with God is messy. I don’t always feel that I’m hearing things correctly (sometimes I have to ask three times or more, rather like Samuel). Sometimes I go for a long while without feeling that I’ve heard anything.

Sometimes I doubt that I have ever heard God at all.

But this complicated listening is now what I mean when I talk about calling. Rather than viewing a calling as something that belongs to me, something I can claim and hold, I think of it as something God does, something that becomes clear as I sidle up and listen, sometimes for quite a while.

Unlike the callings of my past, it might not be permanent, or become part of my identity. It might not even call upon my strengths. Neither do I feel that it is a job, or a vocation, though it might lead to that, sometimes. Gradually, I’m coming to terms that calling isn’t about me, or what I can do for God. It’s not about my resume. It’s not about my time, energy or money. Calling is a verb. Calling is a phone that I pick up, only to hear a voice I love on the other end. Calling is that moment when I hear my name shouted in the airport and I rush into familiar arms.

Not to say that calling is always comfortable. My conversations with God have led me to challenging places. I haven’t blazed a trail into the mission field, leaving behind everyone and everything I know, but I have taken steps into looming unknowns.

Sometimes, like Samuel, I feel only a flood of information. God told Samuel about the evil ways of His people. What must it have been like to hear that sort of thing from God (who had never spoken to you before)? Samuel’s only guidance came from Eli who told him to do whatever seemed best to him. What a terrifying prospect.

Occasionally, I miss the more certain days of my youth. I miss the multiple choice callings, and the way my life seemed to stretch before me, predictable and safe.

I don’t miss my multiple choice God, predictable and safe and small. That God didn’t root me to the spot as I listened to His voice. That God didn’t send tingles down my spine when I picked up the phone. Now, the call comes, and I tremble a little when I hear the invitation. My response is often a request for the courage to accept.

Cara Strickland is a writer, editor, and food critic in Spokane, Washington. She writes about food, feminism, and the way faith intersects life (among other things) on her blog Little Did She Know.

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Your Will Be Done

Today’s post from Arleen Spenceley is part of Hinneh: a blog series on vocation and calling. If you’d rather read all the posts from the series in a short ebook, the writers have generously made it available for free. You can download a PDF copy here, or downloads in Epub (most tablets/e-readers) and Mobi (Kindle) formats are available as well. To receive the rest of the series in your inbox, sign up here

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I am a Roman Catholic Christian. A “God person,” according to the not-so-into-God kid who called me that when we were students at the Protestant school I attended for fifth through twelfth grades.

Church is my jam. I pray. I underline stuff in the Bible. I believe that God is good, that providence is real, that Jesus is my homeboy – you know, the whole bit. So you can imagine my own surprise the night I realized that I had never actually wanted what God wants for me.

There are no typos in that sentence.

I sat curled up into a corner of my couch, thinking about my yet to be determined vocation: Should I find a dude to marry? Should I stay single? Maybe I should just become a nun.

And like usual, while I thought, I wondered: what if God asks me to be something I don’t want to be? What if he wants me to do something I don’t want to do? I sighed.

Your will be done, I prayed. But, I added, I’m kinda rootin’ for a husband.

Then, no doubt by the grace of God, it dawned on me: My wanting what God wants for me had never had much depth.

In Catholicism, we acknowledge that God invites us each to one of three vocations: marriage, religious life (to become a priest or a nun, for instance), or consecrated single life (which implies perpetual single life for the sake of serving Christ).

But all my “your will be done” prayers until after that night, about my vocation or otherwise, had been intertwined with my heart’s silent plea: but please let your will align with mine.

It became apparent to me that what I always actually had wanted was for what God wants for me to turn out to be what I’ve wanted all along. The gap between where I am and where I could be, spiritually speaking, looked bigger that night than it had the day before. But God didn’t take long to begin to bridge it.

That part of my journey started at a Mass for which my diocese’s bishop was the celebrant. During his homily, he told a story about Mother Teresa, whose heart opened at her confirmation, the bishop said. She wanted what God wanted for her, and she wanted it before she even knew what it was.

I want that, I realized. God used a story about a seed He planted in Mother Teresa’s heart to plant a seed in mine. My heart’s silent plea started to shift: I want to want what You want for me, even before I know what it is.

I want to mean it when I say “your will be done”—not to bargain, or beg for God to give me what I want outside his inspiration, but to seek what he wants because of who he is. To be willing to accept his invitation—whatever it is—because I trust him.

I thought, at first, that I didn’t know how to get from anywhere to there. But God didn’t take long to remind me.

A couple nights later, I stumbled upon Psalm 37:4—a verse I had read a hundred times before: “Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.”

But that night, I read the verse through different lenses. I got the sense, for the first time, that the verse does not imply that God will give you what you want because you’ve sought him first, or because you’re finally finding satisfaction in him.

Maybe, I realized, when we’ve sought Him first, he will give us the desires of our hearts—that is, he will provide us with them. What we want will be refined when what we are focused on is him.

And when we are focused on him, our wills finally will begin to align with his.

Arleen Spenceley is the author of the book Chastity is For Lovers: Single, Happy, and (Still) a Virgin. She works as a staff writer for the Tampa Bay Times and she blogs at arleenspenceley.com.

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Vocation in Stages

Today’s post from Kyle Reed is part of Hinneh: a blog series on vocation and calling. If you’d rather read all the posts from the series in a short ebook, the writers have generously made it available for free. You can download a PDF copy here, or downloads in Epub (most tablets/e-readers) and Mobi (Kindle) formats are available as well. To receive the rest of the series in your inbox, sign up here

Do you remember those times as a kid when someone asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up? I sure do. It was a magical question that was filled with hope, opportunity, and excitement. There was no hint of fear, doubt, or worry. This was the time to dream and say whatever your heart desired. I don’t know about you, but I think it was right around the age of 12 I lost that excitement and the reality that “my dreams” might not come true. 

spiral staircase“Honestly Kyle, I don’t think you have worked hard enough to become a professional.” Tears rolling down my face as I looked out the passenger window of my dad’s car. “You have a great skill, but to truly make it, to go to the next level takes discipline and practice, are you willing to give up everything to go to the next level?” I knew the answer to my dad’s question, I wasn’t willing. This might seem like my dad was being harsh with me, but up to this moment he had been my biggest support. And at this point in my life, I needed to hear the truth. He wasn’t saying no to my dream, he was bringing in the reality. And at the age of 12, I knew, I wasn’t going to be a professional baseball player. That was the moment I lost the feeling of being able to do whatever I want, and started to see the reality of where I want to go. 

It’s taken me many years since that conversation with my dad to realize that having a calling is like that. It’s a long process that doesn’t come over night. It is revealed to us in stages, long conversations, and practice. Finding your calling happens over time, not in a singular moment.

I’m probably not the best person to talk about calling, at least on paper. I have a degree in youth ministry. And yet, I work at a record label doing Digital Marketing. I have even worked in churches, but never in the youth department. I have spent more time building websites and writing marketing plans than planning youth retreats and playing games. And through this time I always felt like I was being patient, a time of growth and development was what I viewed it as. Never fully confronting my vocation as something different than what I studied in college. Until my 30th birthday started to approach and I asked the question we have all asked, “what am I going to do with the rest of my life?”

Vocation comes in stages. From the beginning stage of discovery, to when you finally become a master of your craft, each opportunity brings about more time to learn, grow, be stretched, figure out what you like, and get better. I can look back at the opportunities I have had that seemed to be nothing more than a job or task and yet, when I follow the thread of the various stages of vocation, I can see how each opportunity was molding me for my calling. Like the time I had a summer internship at a youth conference where I managed backstage and programming. Or the time I was a middle school teacher and was challenged to come up with creative ways to communicate stories I heard long before.

Most of us spend more time thinking about vocation then working on our vocation. My friend Jeff calls this the stage of apprenticeship and usually lasts up to 7 years. It’s a time of growth and learning. It’s a time of figuring out what we are good at and what we don’t want to do. This apprenticeship time is quiet, sometimes lonely, and often times frustrating. The overwhelming feeling of not doing what you want to do seems to be the theme of this stage. Everything you do feels more like a task leading to frustration rather than an opportunity for the future. You do a lot of listening and watching rather than talking and doing. You wonder when your time will come? When will I be the one to lead? When will I hit my stride? Only to not find the answers.

Leonard Ravenhill said “the opportunity of a lifetime must be seized within the lifetime of the opportunity.” And living out opportunities is what we are doing. Opportunities don’t feel like steps to finding your vocation, but what I have learned is opportunities are the foundations to the calling that has been placed on each of us. They are the building blocks we step on as we walk through life. It’s easy to want to skip over these opportunities. To focus only on what gets us to our calling. But I would argue, each opportunity is a chance for us to learn about our calling.

In the times we are asked to do jobs we don’t want to do, we learn. 

In the process of finding a job, we learn.

In the daily grind of work, we learn.

In the void of answers, we learn.

In the madness of others, we learn.

In the chaos of a project, we learn.

Every day is an opportunity to work on our vocation or calling. You could be wondering what you are going to do with your life right out of college, or your early 30’s wondering what you will do with the rest of your life. But when you realize that vocation comes in stages and each stage has a different theme and development, we can begin to see every single moment as an opportunity to learn, grow, and develop.

This changes the way we approach our work, and even more so, our life. If we will approach every day as an opportunity to redeem it for the future, we will be free to live a life of being in our vocation. For we are called to make the most of what we have been given. Not focus on the dreams of our future, but to live in the every day moments we are presented with to get better, to learn more, to encourage others, and to do great work.

Vocation is not something we will ever obtain, but something we can strive after every day to find that what we are doing is what we were created to do. It all comes down to how you view your opportunities.

Kyle Reed is involved with Digital Marketing at Sony Music/Provident. You can find Kyle online, @kylereed, and at thoughtsaboutnothing.com.

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