We’re trying something new at church today to help our congregation understand one another better, to realize the rich diversity in one another’s stories and to hear the ways God has been working through each one of us. For now, we are calling this time in worship, This is my story.
Today was my turn. I admit I didn’t know what to say. My dad was the guest preacher this morning and he used today’s lectionary from John 9:1-42 about the man who was born blind from birth. As I listened to him expound on the ways that we as a corporate body have sometimes become spiritually blind to the injustices we witness—and like the parents of the blind man, and the neighbors and Pharisees who were not willing to speak up and speak out that it was Jesus who healed this man, we as a community of faith sometimes do not have the courage to proclaim where we see the work of Christ in our lives and in the lives of those around us.
The story I shared went like this:
There is not one story that I can share that sums up my faith or how I came to this faith. It’s easy to assume that I am a direct product of my parents—and that’s very true. But my faith is not just the faith of my parents. It has been molded and formed in the context of community, including the community here at Beacon UMC, through the calling of the Holy Spirit to open my eyes to the opportunities around me. And that’s really what we’re called to do. It’s not the only thing, but it’s one of them: to see what’s happening around us and to respond.
Sometimes that can come across as having some form of attention deficit, jumping from one project to the next, taking on one ministry role after another. And sometimes it means giving away more than we have, so we have to balance these things out—something I’m learning to do more and more.
But the first step is to say yes and allow God to lead and to trust that even if we don’t see the end of the journey, we know that God will use us along the way and perhaps we will be changed and used in mighty ways in the process. God will not lead us where he is not willing to walk with us.
I pray we have the courage, like the man born blind to say, “Lord, I believe.”