For quite a while now, many people around me – including some not inclined to unearned praise – have been telling me they sense God has a calling on my life, and that my hope to one day become an effective teacher and community leader in a Messianic congregation may be fulfilled. That’s certainly been my hope, ever since I began pursuing the advanced study class in ministry Rabbi Stan first offered over three years ago.
I’ve been through a lot since then; I’ve lost my mom to cancer and my wife and I have taken my dad, who is in the early- to mid-stages of Alzheimer’s/dementia now lives with us. I’ve spent over eighteen months teaching bar-bat mitzvah-age kids and then over a year acting as cantor, Torah commentator and occasional fill-in for Rabbi Stan at Beth Yeshua, before that congregation was merged back into Sar Shalom.
These days, I’m responsible for helping Stan bring his teaching into the video age, fill in on commentaries as needed, and generally helping out wherever I can as my time and talents allow (and sometimes beyond). I’m still even helping co-lead a men’s Torah study that stick to actually studying the Torah itself, rather than getting off-track into side-issues.
As time has gone on, more and more people have become certain there’s a ministry call on my life. And I agree with them; with every step I’ve taken so far, I’ve recognized that God was calling me to it, beginning with signing up for the advanced study in the first place.
At each step along the way, I’ve been careful to follow what God has called me to and tried hard to stick to doing only that and no more. I try to emulate the example of the Israelites in the desert; moving only when God moves and resting only when God rests.
Hopefully, I do this successfully more often than not. But as for moving out into starting my own congregation? So far, I haven’t heard God clearly signal me that it’s time to do that, just yet. And since He’s made His will clear to me each step long the way so far, why would he suddenly become mysterious.
I know it’s sometimes a challenge to recognize a call; I know I have a general call on my life, but at the moment I think it’s only to continue doing what I’m already doing.
I do hope and await a call on my life from God for something bigger, for the call that lets me know that my time supporting the ministries of others has concluded and that my own ministry has begun. But I’m going to wait on God to call, lead the way and make it clear to me.
I know that in some ways, I’m not eager for this season to end; I have learned so much from Stan and believe I have much to learn even now. I don’t think that season’s over yet. I genuinely enjoy the roles I’ve filled over the past three-plus years.
But I do think that one day, God will tell me I’m ready and my own ministry has begun. I’m not in any rush; God’s timing is perfect. Yet when that time comes, I have to be ready to hear it and respond in faith.
It’s a delicate tight-rope to walk, recognizing God’s call and making sure it is genuine, separate and distinct from our own wants and desires and ambitions. One cannot be too eager and leap ahead of God’s call, trusting that however long you are called to study and serve, He is preparing you for the work He has in mind for you.
But I also know one can get too comfortable in serving others who have their own call, and get tempted to run from your own. The trick is to immerse yourself in prayer, learn to recognize God’s voice, and then let His voice be the one that guides you. The trick is to make sure you neither leap ahead or drag behind; that you simply move when God says move, and stay when God says stay.
No more, no less. Forget where and when and how; forget the outdoor décor. It’s the example of all men of faith in God; for it is written of Noah, of Abraham, of Isaac, of Jacob, of Moses and so on and so on… “and then he did everything the L-RD commanded of him.”
That’s the model to follow.