The Call

I am a pastor. It's not my job. It's my calling. I was called to be a pastor and I answered the call. Because I answered I am required to speak. Imagine answering a call and not saying anything. I will be a voice to, for, and in this generation, and the next. I will speak. I have an open line to the Father. He's the one who called me. I don't have to claim it, believe for it, or receive it. It is there because I answered the call. I speak directly to Him and He speaks directly to me because of the call. He guides the conversation because He is the one who called. I simply respond because I am the one who has been called. The calling is not mysterious. It is methodical. He calls. I answer. He speaks. I listen. I respond. He listens. He is not obligated to grant my every wish. But He is obligated to listen and He does. I am called not because I was special but because I was willing to answer the call. The call did not come to bring me a title but to deepen my relationship. I don't call home because I am the son. I call home because I am in relationship with the parent who is at home. The call is important to me because of who is on the other end of the line. I answered because of Him and I will continue the call because He is the one calling. It is not for accolades or awards or to beat some high score. I follow because He called. I will be done with this call only when I see Him face to face. For in his presence there is no need for a call. Listen...I think your phone is ringing! Answer the call!