call to ministry

On a previous occasion I was asked to describe my call to ministry. Befuddled by the gravity of the question, I retreated to this: I would rather be a fisherman, but woe unto me if I preach not the Gospel, for it is welling up in my bones and ready to burst forth. Since then, I have had some more time to consider the question further, however, I cannot. What I can do is attest to the fact that I once was blind, but now I see.

I was in bondage, but now I am free. I loved my sin, but now I loathe it.

All truth was subjective, but now all truth is subjected solely to the objectivity of the only Truth.

Indifference was my anthem, but now my heart never ceases to be full.

My god was my stomach, but now all I long to fill it with are His Words.

My head was full of nonsensical attempts at declaring myself innocent, but now I willingly trade my ashes for something much greater.

I was a good man, but now I know that without His goodness I have nothing to measure my goodness with.

This is my story and I long to share it.

PoetryDavid KakishComment