Called to the Great Journey

I wonder if there is ever a time when we are not being called by God? To me, it seems embedded in our created natures to yearn for God. To put this a bit differently, the Holy Spirit and prevenient grace, speak to us of God, even when we are unprepared to respond or to make a confession of faith. We spend our lives immersed in the light, winds and water of the Spirit, in the illumining presence, the whispers and rustlings, the currents and waves, and sometimes even the confronting storms of the divine voice addressing us.

My own strongest experience of conversion and calling came during a summer of light, wind and waves, a summer of creation and yearning. I was hired as a canoe guide in the summer of '76, and with one other young man, we led a group of teen-aged youth, some troubled and some from normal backgrounds, on a long journey in a North Canoe (which held all of us and all our gear in one canoe). We paddled from the Minnesota border near Lake Superior, westward to the Lake of the Woods, then northward to Lake Winnipeg, and from there all the way to Hudson's Bay, imitating the journey Eric Sevareid and his friend took many decades ago.

We were paddling as a team for over two months, and often went a week or more without seeing other people. Every day was an adventure, a time of friendship, teamwork, physical challenge, deep conversation, and the intimate experience of vulnerability to the day's light, wind and water. You can't control the weather, as they say. And you can't control what God will do with you!

Somewhere on the Lake of the Woods, I was paddling in time with the rest of the group, and silently reading a tiny New Testament that was propped under my boot. Surrounded by the kids for whom I felt great responsibility on that great lakes journey, I stumbled across the 21st chapter of John's Gospel. Here was another lake, another time, and a man named Peter, who was also trying to care for God's people, but without much confidence or clarity about what he was doing. Jesus spoke to him, you remember, asking three times, "Do you love me?" And when Peter replied that he did, each time Jesus instructed and called him with these words, "Feed my lambs....Tend my sheep." And after all that, Jesus said, "Follow me."

Those words touched me so powerfully that day that I began to cry. Over me--the Light of God's love, touching and guiding me--the Winds of the Spirit, underneath me--the Waters of grace, around me and in my care--the People of God. I was converted and called by grace to tend the sheep.

I've tried to live on that great journey with Jesus ever since. Sometimes I don't do that very well at all, but at the heart of it all, is joy in constant communion with God, Christ, Spirit, humanity and all creation.