As we all know, Lent begins this week. I grew up in a church tradition that did not observe Lent. However, on the Sunday before Lent of 2011, my pastor, and good friend, suggested to the congregation in the sermon that we should consider giving up something for Lent and replacing that which was given up with something that would draw us closer to God. At the time, I did not pay much attention to the pastor’s suggestion and smiled to myself, “watermelon.”
As I was in the good habit of walking several miles every morning before work, I was also in the very good habit of praying during the walk. My prayer time with the Lord was a very intimate time of give and take. I considered him a friend with whom I could share my heart. It was generally as though he were walking beside me conversing.
On the Monday following that fateful Lenten Sermon, the Lord spoke to me in his usual casual voice, “So, what are you going to give up for Lent?” Since I was not in the habit of observing Lent, I blew the question off with my usual reply, “Watermelon, You know, I always give up watermelon for Lent.” I always picked watermelon because it is out of season.
The Lord was having none of that answer and persisted with the question. “No, I am serious. What are you going to give up for Lent?” I stopped in my tracks and said, “You are serious about this, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” He said, “I am as serious as a heart attack.”
“Ok,” I said, “I’ll play along, what would You have me give up for Lent?” His reply was like a punch in the gut. Immediately, I became sick at my stomach as though I had suddenly been caught in some great sin.” Matter-of-factly He asked, “What is the one thing that is the dearest to you?” That was a question that I did not expect and that I did not want to hear because the answer came into my head immediately.
“My job, that is the thing most dear to me.” It was not family, not friends, but my job. My job was who I am. It was my identity. It was the single thing on Earth that most made me… me.
He went on, “Then that’s what I want you to give up. I want you to retire from your job and give it to Me. One can imagine how stunned I was. Yet, I knew that he was deadly serious and I knew that I was compelled to give place to His statement. For the remainder of the walk, we talked quite thoroughly about His statement. Then, as I approached my house, I stopped in my tracks again and said out loud, “Ok, if that’s what You want, then I will give it to You, but you’ll have to help me.
He replied, “I will help. Have I ever not helped you? Have I ever let you down?” I had to admit that He had always been faithful to me even during my times of unfaithfulness. He continued, “There will be a push and a pull.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but I went accepted what He said.
Within the next two or three days, one of my young lawyers was talking with me about an encounter he had with a state legislator. The stated that lawyer was attempting to explain the effect of a piece of legislation on our Department when the state legislator cut him off with “What do you know about it, you’re just a bureaucrat! ”
“A bureaucrat?” I was outraged and went back to my desk fuming. I said to myself but almost out loud, “You know, I actually could leave this job.” That was the first time such a thought had ever entered my mind. I had always assumed that they would just find me slumped over my desk one day – dead. But then I heard the voice of the Lord gently say, “That’s the pull.” I felt a chill sweep over me.
The next Sunday, the Sunday after lent had begun, my pastor friend said from the pulpit that he had been exploring the idea of hiring an assistant pastor to help with things at the church. A thought immediately came into my mind. “What if I retired from my job and volunteered to be the assistant pastor?” I asked the Lord, “What do You think about this?” Immediately I heard the voice of the Lord say, “And that’s the pull.” I asked Him what I should do about it. He replied to my “thought-prayer,” “Ask the Pastor.”
Within a few days, I made an appointment with my pastor friend and put the idea to him. I had expected with that my experience and qualifications, the pastor would jump at the offer, especially since I would work for free. I told him that I just wanted to help out and that I would do all the things that he did not want to do.
His response shocked me. He replied that he already had someone in mind for the job and besides he didn’t want someone to merely do his dirty work. He wanted someone who would do God’s work. After he allowed that to sink in, he said, “However, if you are really serious about this, why don’t you go back and ask God what He wants you to do? Why not make a list of some things that you and God agree upon?”
I went home crestfallen. I wondered if I were an idiot. I wondered if I had let my hubris get the better of me. I even wondered if God had led me astray. Was He was playing a joke on me? As I reflected, I realized that what was going off in my head was my balloon-like ego that had just been divinely popped.
At that moment, God humbled me. He allowed me to stew in my own juices for a couple of days. Then, I reconsidered and got back to work with Him making the list.
Within a few days, I had a list of about ten topics that I believed God would allow me to address. I went back to my Pastor with the list. He said, “Good, now you are ready to let God work.” He asked if I would be interested in serving on the staff of the church doing “Special Projects.” I was ecstatic.
The next week at work, I called my staff together and announced my retirement. After 35 years, the season had changed.
Over the next eight years, the Lord allowed me to accomplished almost everything on that list. In addition, He allowed me to serve on the staff during the transition time my Pastor was called to other fields, and we had to find a new pastor. During that time, I managed our home school covering and began a tutoring program in a nearby school. The Lord even privileged me to teach ESL to a group of Korean women as they formed a church within our church.
As the new pastor came on the field, I began to grow restless. The Lord directed my interests away for the church specifically and into working the county denominational association where I became involved in a church-plant among an indigenous Mexican community in Montgomery called the Mixtec. I led the music, much of which I translated, and I continued to teach ESL and to tutor. This time the teaching centered on members of this community.
This year, the season changed again and the Lord called me on to other things, to start a new life in a new church of a different denomination. I have been more blessed than I could have imagined.
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Please know that I am praying for you, your church, and the ministries with which you are involved. If you have specific prayer requests, I’d be glad to pray for them. In fact, I need to pray for them.