You, Me, Some Words

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; and sometimes I dance, such is the joy sometimes. But mostly I walk the path everyone walks, the path of pilgrimage, 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 billion human beings, a face in a very large crowd, which makes me an astoundingly unique blend of DNA, genes, gifts, thoughts, and possibilities—one in 7 billion. I am a child of God in a world of 7 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 looking for a place where I am welcomed for who I am. I am looking for something big and important, something beautiful, something to do, something worthy of my best. I am looking for a people where I can be important and aa big part of something bigger than me. I am looking for grace, acceptance, welcome, home. I am looking for a place where my calling can be fulfilled, where I can do good.

This Sunday I am coming to church.