Reposted from June 24, 2013
Those gathered at
the Virginia Annual Conference watched and celebrated the licensing,
commissioning, and ordination of 65 individuals on Saturday night. Among them
were two former interns who served in my office. I could not have been prouder unless I was
the mother of these two amazing young women!
The paths our
journeys take are so very varied - by generation, by the mentors who impact our
lives, by environment, by our choices.
Thirty-one years ago I approached the pastor at my home church about the
call to ministry I was feeling. But
thirty-one years ago we weren't awaiting Supreme Court decisions on the process
colleges and universities use to assure diversity. We certainly were not waiting on decisions
around marriage equity. Most churches
weren't even ready for a woman in the pulpit, much less consideration of
greater inclusiveness. The lecture I
received the day I sat to talk with my pastor was filled with the things
"I would not" want or experience if I entered the ordained ministry:
"I would not" marry, "I would not" want to subject a
husband or family to the United Methodist itinerant system, "I would
not" be received well by local churches, "I would not" be
happy. At 21 years of age, I felt that
this male pastor had spoken for the church as a whole. Eventually, I realized that he spoke only for
himself. But the harm had been
done. I continue to question the call I
have to church service even into middle age.
I have never taken the walk at the end of the Service for the Ordering of Ministry when the Bishop extends the
invitation for all those to come forward who are feeling a call to
ministry.
But last Saturday
night, I experienced that walk in a different way. Accessibility is one of my responsibilities
for our Annual Conference sessions. I
was sitting at the table for computer assisted note taking for those who have
difficulty hearing the spoken word clearly.
(What we do is similar to closed captioning on television and
film.) I was at the table at the end of
the service with a friend who sang in the choir with us for a while at my local
church. She had been typing when Bishop Cho extended the invitation. As the closing hymn began, she bowed in
prayer. She was visibly shaking when she
lifted her head. Putting my arm around her shoulder, I asked if she was feeling
a call to ministry. A few seconds and a
little conversation followed until I asked if she wanted to go forward. What came next surprised me: "Will you
go with me?"
Thirty-one
years...fourteen Annual Conference sessions as a Connectional Ministries staff
person...and I finally take the walk...not for myself, but in support of
another young woman wanting to commit her life to serve God and God's people. I
may not have gone to the Bishop on my own journey, but was given the most
awesome privilege of walking along side another.
The ways we each
individually respond to God's call upon our lives are unique and varied, yet
one thing is absolutely clear. We are
all as the 'laos" - the whole people of God - called by our baptisms to be
ministers. The structure of the church sets some apart for specific work, but we
are all called to offer our gifts and talents to the mission of making
disciples of Jesus Christ for the transformation of the world.
How seriously do
you take that call upon your life? What will be your response when God asks
"Will you go with me?"
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