Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Use Me, God
Use me, God, in thy great harvest field,
Which stretchest far and wide like a wide sea;
The gatherers are so few; I fear the precious yield
Will suffer loss. Oh, find a place for me!
A place where best the strength I have will tell:
It may be one the older toilers shun;
Be it a wide or narrow place, ‘tis well
So that the work it holds be only done.
—Christina G. Rossetti
This poem is a daily reading as offered by the PCUSA.
It hits close to home.
I have an interview for an interim chaplain position this coming Sunday; I have also been in conversation with a church that is in need of a temporary supply pastor while they complete their pastoral search.
It has been more than six months since I was gainfully employed. (I joke with people that the fact that I have a blog is a bright red sign of how badly I need a job. The truth is, I imagine blogging will continue to be a part of my life.)
Even at the same time I feel how acutely I am ready to work, I am aware how evervating the experience of being without work can be. I feel a great fatigue, even as I am hoping for some work to both A. awaken my energies, and B. throw my (seemingly nonexistent) energies into. (Sorry about that dangling preposition. I am too tired to try to figure out how to pretzel that sentence.)
Therefore I pray. Use me, God.
may a call open up soon... you have wonderful gifts and energies to share.
ReplyDeleteI can do little more than echo more cows on this one (now that would be an odd sentence without context, wouldn't it?!) =)
ReplyDeleteBut seriously, your blog makes it clear how much you have to offer. I rarely leave reading your posts without having gained some insight or perspective, without feeling nourished or encouraged.