Monday, September 22, 2025

Jesus Beckons

 



Jesus beckons, my 22 year old self  resists.

No, the church doesn’t recognize women.

I can strongly deliver the message

in the school room.

I don’t need to serve an institution 

that doesn’t want me.


Jesus beckons, my 40 year old self hesitates.

No, my family needs me.

Being a pastor will take me away 

from my family

I want to be present for them


Jesus beckons,

My 60 year old self resists.

Retired, but

Dave needs me.

God, he is my responsibility.

I know You’ll understand.


Jesus beckons, I waver . . 

Women can serve,

Family is present for me,

Dave is gone but 

I’m almost 80


How about I lead a Bible Study?

That will do, wont it?

Please don’t send a giant fish my way.


I know how to swim:

I’ve been treading water for years.

Is it time for me to go

with the flow

Taking me places

I didn’t know I needed to visit.


But, spiritually called?

Instead of a fish, how about a burning bush

or an angel with a trumpet (not a harp)

to get my attention.


You’re sending a phone call?

I guess that counts as a call. .. . .


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Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.