By Pastor Scott
Hello, friends. Welcome to Pastor’s Ponderings, a space where we sit together, hearts open, and wonder about the big questions. No need for tidy answers or neat conclusions—just a willingness to lean into the mystery of God. Today, I’m pondering something that keeps so many of us awake at night: calling. What does it mean to discover your calling? Is there one singular path God has laid out for you, like a cosmic GPS blinking “You Are Here”? Or is life something wider, messier, more… alive? Let’s explore this together, through the lens of Scripture and the quiet whispers of the Spirit.
The other day, I was walking through the park, watching leaves spiral down from the trees, each one dancing in its own chaotic, beautiful way. I wondered, Does every leaf have a calling? To land in just the right spot? Or is the falling itself the point? We humans, we crave the one thing—the one job, the one mission, the one purpose that makes sense of our existence. We want to know we’re on the right path.
But when I open Scripture, it’s like God gently chuckles at our need for a straight line. Take Jeremiah 1:5, where God says, “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you; before you were born, I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” That’s specific, isn’t it? Jeremiah’s got a clear calling: prophet, nations, go. But then I think about Moses. He starts as a prince in Egypt, becomes a fugitive, then spends decades as a shepherd before God shows up in a burning bush and says, “Now you’re going to lead my people out of slavery.” Was Moses’ calling always to be a liberator? What about those 40 years tending sheep? Were they a detour, or were they part of the calling?
This is where it gets interesting. We love the idea of a singular calling because it feels safe. “Tell me the one thing I’m supposed to do, God, and I’ll do it.” But Scripture doesn’t always play along. Consider Paul. He’s a tentmaker, a Pharisee, a persecutor of Christians, and then—bam—blinded on the road to Damascus, he becomes an apostle to the Gentiles. But even then, his life isn’t just one thing. He’s preaching, writing letters, making tents to pay the bills, surviving shipwrecks, sitting in prisons. Was his calling just “apostle”? Or was it the whole messy, beautiful tapestry of his life?
Ecclesiastes 3:1 offers a clue: “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” A season. Not a single moment, not a single job, but seasons. Planting, uprooting, weeping, laughing, building, tearing down. What if your calling isn’t one thing, but a rhythm? A dance through seasons, where God is weaving something bigger than you can see?
Maybe the question isn’t “What’s my calling?” but “Who am I becoming?” When Jesus calls the disciples in Matthew 4:19, he doesn’t hand them a five-year plan. He simply says, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” Follow me. Not “Here’s the map.” Not “Here’s the job description.” Just… follow. Trust. Walk.
That’s scary, isn’t it? We want certainty. We want to know we’re not wasting our lives. But what if the wasting is the point? What if the detours, the failures, the seasons of not-knowing are where God is shaping us? Psalm 139:16 says, “Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” All the days. Not just the shiny ones where you feel like you’re “living your purpose.” Every day. The days you’re changing diapers, the days you’re stuck in a cubicle, the days you’re crying because you don’t know what’s next. God’s writing something in all of them.
Here’s where I’m landing, friends: I don’t think Scripture points us to one singular calling. It points us to a Caller. To a God who says, “Walk with me. Trust me. Let me shape you through every season, every stumble, every joy.” Your calling isn’t a destination; it’s a relationship. It’s showing up, day after day, saying, “Here I am, God. What’s next?”
And maybe that’s freeing. Maybe it means you don’t have to have it all figured out. Maybe the barista pouring coffee with love, the accountant crunching numbers with integrity, the artist creating beauty in obscurity—they’re all living their calling, right now, because they’re doing it with God.
So, what’s stirring in you? Are you chasing the one big thing? Or are you starting to see the beauty in the seasons, in the mess, in the not-knowing? I’d love to hear your thoughts—drop a comment or send me a message. This is a journey we’re on together.
Let’s close with a prayer: God, you are here. In every season, in every question, you are writing our story. Help us trust you. Help us follow. Amen.
Thanks for pondering with me, friends. Until next time, keep wondering, keep walking, keep trusting.
Grace & Peace,
-Pastor Scott.
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