Called to be a witness

Sometime in the recent past, a good friend asked me what I felt my calling was. What is it that I feel God is calling me to do? I admit I was a bit stumped for an answer right at that moment. Granted, I know the gifts I’ve been blessed with in my voice and my ability to relate to kids, but was I applying those gifts in a way that I knew was fulfilling my mission for God? Aside from the small ways I used my gifts at church, is there something in the bigger picture I am missing?

Today’s sermon reminded me that we are all called to be witnesses of God’s word – to be examples to the world of His gifts to us and of the sacrifice He made that we might be saved. Even the little things we do can make a huge difference in someone else’s life and bring the Word of God to them. I may not always know for certain if I am doing everything I am called to do, but I do know that God uses me in ways I will not always be aware of, or even possibly understand. The sign at the exit to the parking lot reads, “You are now entering the mission field.”

There’s a hymn we sang that I have not heard in a while, one that I love (ok, being fair, I love most of the hymns) and that reminds me to be aware of and available to those moments that God is calling me to be that witness:

Let none hear you idly saying,
“There is nothing I can do.”
While the lost of earth are dying,
And the Master calls for you;
Take the task He gives you gladly;
Let His work your pleasure be;
Answer quickly when He calls you,
“Here am I, send me, send me.”

(From Hark the Voice of Jesus Calling)

About Cyndilou

Just a diva dilettante who sings, knits, crochets, dances, takes photos, and generally has a good time while she tries to figure out what she wants to be when she retires from her technogeek job.
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