Called

Phew, okay I knew this would be a hard post to sit down and write let alone share on such a large scale. This is kind of a long one, so buckle up! Honestly, I read something yesterday that encouraged me to tell my story and specifically my story of being “called into the ministry.” First off let’s just get this out of the way, every single person is called into the ministry. God has instilled gifts and a purpose inside every human that has ever breathed on this earth. I’m no more special or important than the person that ministers to their coworkers at McDonalds. Ministry is everywhere and in every task. Your place of ministry is to be lived out in your everyday life whether it’s at work, the ball field, the gym, etc. Ministry isn’t confined by the walls of a church building. Nor is ministry only entrusted to a select special few. The spreading of the gospel is a task that is meant to be carried out by every person who calls themselves a follower of Jesus. I am no more special than the next person. 

I’ve personally thought that I’ve always had a “boring” or “unadventurous” story. But, I’ve learned that everyone’s story will relate to someone out there. If it doesn’t relate to anyone then it will spark someone’s mind into thinking about their own story. I’ve been a “church girl” my whole entire life. That comes with the territory when you’re a preacher’s kid. I’ve seen the behind the scenes of ministry, the good times, sad times, hard times, and the times that just make you plain angry. I don’t think PKs get enough credit for all the junk (for lack of a better word) they have to keep bottled up. People watch your every move just to see if you’re going to slip up. 

  Though I was exposed to hurt at times being a PK I wouldn’t trade it for the whole world. Now as an adult looking back, I can’t tell you how sacred it feels to be chosen by God to be the kid of parents in ministry. All my life I had a front row seat to see some of the miracles that God worked in my church and in other people’s lives. I am sure that I wouldn’t be the kind of person I am today if I didn’t grow up with parents in ministry. I’m so grateful that this is the path God put me on. 

It’s laughable that people think pastor’s kids are too sheltered to go through anything of real pain or that we’ve never been exposed to the “real world.” But, I’d go as far to say that I saw more “real world” things growing up than any other kids I knew. I’ve had the opportunity to meet so many people in so many different situations. I’m so thankful for the wisdom that I gained because of it. 

I gave my life to Jesus at age eight and then was baptized shortly after. I never had the desire to go into ministry. I didn’t even want to marry someone in ministry. I had gotten so good at guarding myself through the years that I wanted to stay far from ministry where I knew I would have to invest in people that could possibly hurt me.

God has a way of taking a heart and growing and shaping it. Which is exactly what He did to mine. In “Searching For Timothy” Tony Cooke says, “It’s not a matter of how dramatic or how sensational the call (to ministry) is. For many, being ‘called’ is more a growing awareness than a single dramatic event. The calling is often revealed in a God-given desire to serve the Lord and people, as well as in the presence of gifts and abilities that are needed for Kingdom work.” I just LOVE this! My calling definitely came to me as a growing awareness. 

I simply began asking God to use me everyday and that’s where it all began. We are all called to the ministry. We are all called to spread the Gospel and the love of the Lord. Everyone plays a part and has a role in the Kingdom of God. Is He growing something in you that you need to stop ignoring and start nurturing?

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Author: Annie Britt

Author of fearlessjourney.blog.

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