I always thought that my call to be a
missionary would involve "going," and maybe some day it will. But for now, I'm content to help other wanderers find their place in the
Kingdom of God. I'm learning to embrace my role as a
catalyst of the church, calling others to to go on mission trips that will shape the way they see the world.
We all seem to innately know that we were created for a purpose, but many of us don't even know where to start.
Some of us feel like foreigners in a strange land, knowing that we were made for greatness. Others have given up the search and camped out in a world in which our passions do not fit, conforming to the world around us.
Most fall somewhere in between, unsure of what is to come and discontent with what has been, restless for truth, beauty, and adventure.
So, call this blog the storyboard for the journey that we're all on. It is a
pilgrimage of the body, the mind, the heart, and the soul.
I don't pretend to have all the answers, but I'll certainly join you with my own fair share of questions along this road of discovery.
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I prefer to say we're pilgrims rather than wanderers. That was my first thought, anyway. Then I thought about it some more, and though I still prefer "pilgrims" because a pilgrim has a definite goal, even when he doesn't exactly know what it will look like when he arrives, I can also relate to "wanderer" in the biblical sense, as in the Psalms, where it says "I am your guest, and only for a time, a nomad like all my ancestors." (Psalm 39:12 Jerusalem Bible) Another translation could have said "a wanderer like all my ancestors."
I can also relate to this, "…camped out in a world in which their passions and talents do not fit, conforming to what they see around them, silently screaming inside." That was me, a regular church-going Episcopalian (for 12 years) Greek Orthodox (for 20 years and counting) until about 4 years ago.
At that time I had a talk with the Lord one evening, sitting in the kiwi arbor in my garden. It happened to be the evening of Yom Kippur. I got release from my imprisoned Christian life, and started living the gospel that I accepted at age 24. The testimony is here: http://cost-of-discipleship.blogspot.com/2006/10/chrona-poll-many-years.html
What I didn't know then was that following Jesus, He can walk anywhere, and that means you too. The road for me has been one of earthly hardship, for sure the way of the cross. But I don't regret it, because it is by bearing the cross of Christ, and dying upon it, that we join Christ in His resurrection in a way that "religious" people only read about.
Now, the icons are not just pictures anymore.
That's where I am living.
God bless you.
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