I was drinking a cup of coffee alongside Cathy at a wedding reception where I had officiated the ceremony.
A man came up to me with his hand extended to tell me just how much he appreciated what I had said at the ceremony.
He had been one of so many who came up to me at the reception that night to talk to me and tell me their thoughts on what I had said. The Lord used him and many others to remind me of what I was called to do.
“Keep preaching” he said to me, “Don’t ever stop”.
I flashed back to when I first heard the call. The year was 1986; the place was St. Paul, Minnesota. I was getting ready to leave the Sunday morning church service and I heard it: THE CALL TO PREACH.
No, not audibly, but deep in my spirit.
That was over thirty three years ago. I hadn’t yet been ordained or attended Bible school or seminary. I had no idea how to get there or what to do.
But there it was; for me to respond to. And I said; “YES”
And the Lord was faithful to get me “there” and has continued, on my best and worst days, to keep me “there”…the calling to preach.
17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. 18 Now all things are of God, who has reconciled us to Himself through Jesus Christ, and has given us the ministry of reconciliation, 19 that is, that God was in Christ reconciling the world to Himself, not imputing their trespasses to them, and has committed to us the word of reconciliation.
20 Now then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were pleading through us: we implore you on Christ’s behalf, be reconciled to God. 21 For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.” (2 Corinthians 5:17-21)
A friend of mine wrote the following. He continues to also be reminded what both of are called to do; PREACH!
No matter what else I do...I'm a preacher.
Preaching is my joy, my agony, my passion, and my pleasure.
To preach is to be a messenger of goodness especially in the angry face of evil.
To be an angelic voice of possibilities, even in the noise demonic cynicism.
The best preaching puts a warrant in the air of possibilities yet unrealized.
So, I'm a lifer; until no air is left in my lungs and no vocal chords to resonate, I will remain... a preacher.
Written by and used with permission from Pastor Randy Dean