I am a sinner, a person of unclean lips and impure thoughts. I am flawed, deeply and profoundly. I am a wastrel, squandering my moments, my money, myself, living a half-life of littleness that thinks itself big. And I am strangely and wonderfully made, a little lower than the angels, bearing in the depth of my being the very image of God. I am embraced by a love that never ends. I am God’s gift to the world.
I slog through my days; I march to the rhythm of Heaven’s drums; I stumble over my own feet of clay; I even dance sometimes, such is the joy sometimes. But mostly I walk the path that everyone else walks, the path of pilgrimage in this world, the path of longing, the path that is the quest for something just beyond my reach.
I am pretty sure I am the most important person in the world, and I know I am not. I am one of 7.5 billion human beings, which makes me a face in a very large crowd, which makes me an astoundingly unique amalgam of DNA, genes, gifts, thoughts and possibilities in that crowd–one in 7.5 billion. I am a child of God in a world of 7.5 billion children of God. I am special, but no more special than anyone else.
I am called. It is the still, small voice–that call–the whisper of the Spirit to my spirit. It is the loudspeaker of the gospel–that call–as audible to you as it is to me. It is a way–that call–a path narrow but true. Sometimes I hear it, that call. Sometimes I walk it, that path. Sometimes.
I am a seeker. I am looking for a place where I am welcomed for who I am. I am looking for something grand and important, something beautiful, something to do, something worthy of my best. I am looking for a people where I can be important to something important, a big part of something bigger than me. I am looking for grace, acceptance, welcome. I am looking for a place where my calling can be fulfilled, where I can do good.