Finding a Vocation after Surrendering to God

Finding a Vocation after Surrendering to God

Keith, After I decided to surrender my life to God, how should I go about finding my vocation?

 

Good question.  At first I didn’t know what to do.  I was a land man for a major oil company.  It was a good job but hardly considered to be a training ground for Christian disciples—which I definitely wanted to be after finally trying to turn my life over to God.

I prayed about what to do and at that time there seemed to be only one way for really serious players to go:  go to theology school and become ordained to be a full time Christian minister.  So I studied the Bible and theology and the history of the church and preaching under some good professors.  Along the way I sat with my parents when my older brother was killed and with my father when he died of a heart condition and with my mother when she died of cancer—all before I was 30.  All during this time I was praying and reading the Bible and the lives of the saints—the people in the past who had given their lives to God.

I decided that the playing field I was called to in which to help people find hope and real love was in the ordinary life I was trying to live as a businessman.  I made a decision that God had my address.  Instead of spending all my time “deciding what I would become for God,” I would treat my own ordinary life as a father and husband who commuted in a car pool twenty miles one way to work five days a week—that I would commit that life to God and to learning how to live for him all day long.

I made that decision because I simply didn’t know any ministers at that time who talked, preached or shared individually about having real problems in their own lives and relationships with their spouses, children, parents or fellow clergy.  I was still in my thirties and just couldn’t believe that I was the only committed Christian who wrestled with lust, jealousy, and the many faces of fear of failure.  None of these pastors seemed to have that terrible three-day silence warfare with their spouses or had to be right in arguments with a spouse or feel like a wimp, or worry at night about developing a retirement plan or squeezing in vacation time.  In fact, since I did wrestle with all of these things, for a number of years I thought I must not be a good Christian.

But at another level I was learning that the way out of the fears for me was not courage, which I’d prayed for, but love.  When I was worried, I discovered that if I helped someone else, my fear left me—and that maybe Jesus was right (J) when he said that it is “love that casts out fear.”

At twenty-two I had met a man who encouraged me to keep a journal about the things in which I was interested.  He helped me write a small book of ballads.  And after a few years of talking to lay people about the hope I was finding in an intimate relationship with the God Jesus called Father, I began writing books about the simple yet agonizing discoveries concerning what it might mean to try to live one’s whole life for and with God.

As I’ve written in blogs before, I kept trying to be open to finding out the truth about my own character defects.  And that process has made me face many of the denied self-centeredness and control issues with which I had never before been confronted—either in church or school.  But because I’d learned a lot about Jesus and his life, teaching and self-limiting love, I knew that when I learned about my sins and character defects, to confess them to some Christian men also trying to live for God.  And I began to see how I’d hurt many of the people I love most.

The incredible thing to me is that in spite of my flaws—many of which didn’t surface until I had become a best-selling author and lecturer and had traveled in many foreign countries around the world, teaching about how God can change our whole perception of what it means to live intimately with him and other people.  The bottom line about the discovery process is that I would have bet anyone that I would not do the immoral and hurtful things I wound up doing.  And they happened to a man who was very disciplined and had “kept the rules” all his life.  I was baffled.  And when I faced and admitted what I’d done, it was too late to mend some of the fences I had charged through.

What does this have to do with finding a vocation?  For me, a great deal.  After having a number of best-selling books translated into many languages and having trained with and learned from many powerful and wealthy people as a young man, I finally realized I am just a person.  And that I can sometimes love and help people who are struggling with the questions of life and who have discovered the hard way that they are powerless on their own to change their lives at a deep level.

I go to group meetings of people, some of whom I have known for twenty-five years, with whom I share the pain and joy of trying to live for God.  When guests and new people come, we discuss our scariest and most fearsome problems.  I was writing books and lecturing in different places in foreign countries, but for twenty years I didn’t find it helpful or necessary to tell them that I was a writer and lecturer.  But lately, since many of the people who read my books are very old or deceased, I have told some of these people I love and meet with that my vocation is being a writer and a sort of talent scout for God—helping a few people discover the vocational dreams they buried along with their self-centeredness and control issues.  That’s come to be the focus of my vocation.

The short answer to your question about choosing a vocation as a Christian is that since God seems to want loving representatives in every culture and every financial, political, educational and medical field, it doesn’t much matter what you do vocationally as long as you love God and surrender the center of your life to God.  So I’d advise you to pray about it, ask God’s will, and then pick something that you really love to do.   Then go and find out if you can do it.

Will there be pain and sorrow?  Of course, but you will find that in the long run your ability to navigate through pain and still be loving will have more effect in spreading the Good News into other people’s hearts around you than all of the sermons you could preach and all the books you could write. 

Lord, help me to keep listening for your voice in the pain of other people’s lives and in my own.  And thank you that you let me fail enough to wake up and see that I don’t have to “win” to be the person you will love “someday,” but just to open my eyes and see your loving presence in Andrea, our families and the other people we get to walk with on your crazy adventure.  In Jesus’ name, amen.

 

“This is a large work I’ve called you into, but don’t be overwhelmed by it.  It’s best to start small.  Give a cool cup of water to someone who is thirsty, for instance.  The smallest act of giving or receiving makes you a true apprentice.” 

-Jesus to the Twelve in Matthew 10:42

“But I do more than thank.  I ask—ask the God of our Master, Jesus Christ, the God of glory—to make you intelligent and discerning in knowing him personally, your eyes focused and clear, so that you can see exactly what it is he is calling you to do, grasp the immensity of this glorious way of life he has for his followers, oh, the utter extravagance of his work in us who trust him—endless energy, boundless strength!”  

-Ephesians 1:18-19, The Message

 “Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.”

    -Ella Wheeler Wilcox—American Writer (1850-1919)

“Far and away the best prize that life has to offer is the chance to work hard at work worth doing.”

     -Theodore Roosevelt—26th President of the United States (1858-1919)

Finding a Vocation after Surrendering to God

Palms Sweating, Teeth Chattering and All

You often talk about trying to find ways to help other people when you feel like no one really loves you.  How does your helping someone else help you?

Very good question.  Because I am a writer and have written a lot of books about trying to live my ordinary walking around life for the God Jesus called Father, I’ve gotten hundreds of questions over the years about trying to live and relate to other people in my own home or whatever town in which we’re living.  In many of these letters people have said that they are so miserable they can’t imagine how helping other individuals could change anything—especially for themselves.

Well, we have been watching a dear Christian friend of ours growing and changing for several years now.   She and her husband are in their early thirties and have two children under three.  She has been praying about how God could use her and creative ways to get out of her comfort zone to care for people who don’t have the advantages she has.

Not long ago I asked her what she had discovered about helping other people she did not know but who God called her to help.  She told me the following story, which I asked if I could pass on to you.

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“I pulled into the grocery store over four years ago, prepared to do the mundane task that I did every week: grocery shop for my husband and me.  As I waited at the light to turn into the parking lot a young man (who appeared to be in his early teens) walked across the street in front of my car.  In that instant some inaudible, but real voice said to me, “Ask him if he needs help.”

My mind raced. I came up with at least a dozen excuses for why I shouldn’t talk to him.  I had no idea what I could possibly do for him, so I said, “God, if you want me to help him, he needs to cross my path again.”

I thought I was off the hook but as I entered the store, this same young man crossed in front of me again. I ignored the strong nudge to talk to him and went on with my grocery shopping, looking around for him as I shopped.

As I buckled my seatbelt after loading the groceries into the car, I started sobbing uncontrollably and put my head down on the steering wheel.  All my excuses seemed so ridiculous at that moment, and I knew that I had not followed God’s will for my life that day. I was overwhelmed with sadness.

I had just started really living for God, was a part of a small group for the first time in my life, and I knew that this opportunity to help someone else was one that would have brought me closer to God. But fear and anxiety kept me from doing what I knew was right.  I asked God’s forgiveness and hoped that he would give me another chance.

Two weeks later at the very same grocery store my next opportunity arose. The previous event was gone from my memory, and I was in a big hurry to get my groceries and then get home where I needed to be.  I believe we had dinner plans with friends that night.  As I rushed into the parking lot from the grocery store I passed another young man I guessed to be in his early 20’s, wearing very worn, dirty clothes.  He looked tired and beaten down, like he had worked all day. As I passed him, I again “heard” the inaudible voice, “Buy his groceries.”

“Buy his groceries?  Really?”

My mind raced again as the excuses poured out:  surely God does not want me to go back into the grocery store, find this man and his cart full of groceries and buy them; surely he knows that I am in a hurry; surely he knows that we do not have the money to buy this man’s groceries.  Surely God has it wrong!

As I began to rattle off my excuses I suddenly remembered the previous incident and that feeling of sadness after I had failed God.  But fear still welled up inside of me. As I packed my groceries in my car I argued with God about why it was a bad idea and then ultimately I said, “What am I supposed to say?  I am going to look so stupid.  I am so scared.  And what if he says no?  What will I do then?”

And as clear as day, I heard the voice again—so patient and loving, “Buy his groceries.”

Then I knew that I had to go back in that store, find that young man, and do what the Spirit was prompting me to do.  My nerves were a wreck—palms sweating, knees shaking, teeth chattering and all.  I searched the store and finally found him.  It looked to me like he was just finishing, so I waited by the checkout lanes.  He found his aisle and I threw up a prayer, “God, please help me do this.”  As I stood behind him I noticed that he was buying the essentials— milk, bread, eggs, meat and other items that indicated that he had kids.  I stood there trembling, tears rolling down my face, and I heard the cashier give the man the total for the order.  ‘This is my cue,’ I thought.

“Excuse me, Sir.  Would you do me the honor and let me buy your groceries today?”

The check-out lady looked at me as if I were crazy, and then we both looked at the man as he stared at my tear-stained face.  Dumbfounded, his eyes also filled with tears.  He said, “What? You want to buy my groceries?  Why?

‘Oh, Good Lord’ I thought… ‘he wants to know why!!??’

I continued, now sobbing, (I’m sure I was a sight at this point) “Sir, my God has asked me to help you today by buying your groceries.  I don’t know why but I want to be obedient and I want you to know that He loves you.  Please let me buy them.  And when you get an opportunity to help someone else, I hope you’ll do so.”

He put his wallet away with a sigh and said, “Yes, please, that would really help today.”

I moved up to the cashier, paid his bill, said “God Bless you and your family,” and ran to my car, still crying.  This time my uncontrollable sobbing was a joyous sob.  It was crying that was full of love and happiness.  My tears indicated to me that I had just done ‘on earth as it is in heaven’ and following God’s will was life changing for me that day.

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I think each person has to find his or her own ways to reach out to people. But Andrea and I have found over the last few years that when we pray and ask God to show us how to love the people in our lives, it is incredible how situations come up in which it is right and natural for us to care for people and help them in ways we never would have thought of before.  But as unusual and off the wall as some of our experiences have been, I can’t think of a time when the act of loving didn’t change our lives, lift our mood, make us stronger in our faith and bring us closer to God and to other people.  And hearing our friend’s story this week opened some new windows of hope that my life can become more loving and real.

Dear Lord, thank you for making it so clear that if we want to show our love to you, we can do so by loving the people around us.  In Jesus’ name, amen.

“Then the King will say …. ‘Enter, you who are blessed by my Father! …. And here’s why:

I was hungry and you fed me,
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
I was homeless and you gave me a room,
I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
I was sick and you stopped to visit,
I was in prison and you came to me….’

“‘Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? And when did we ever see you sick or in prison and come to you?’ Then the King will say, ‘I’m telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me—you did it to me.’”  (Matthew 25:35-40 The Message)

How have you responded to situations that seemed to be opportunities to help someone else?

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