Sunday, May 31, 2009
There. I've let it go, for now. I've turned it loose. As they say, if it was ever mine to begin with, it'll come back to me.
I never would have noticed that I don't have a pastoral bone in my body, or even the impulse, until I started thinking about an academic path that would take me close to that possibility.
And it never would have occurred to me that one way to describe the responsibility I owe the world as a follower of Jesus is sort of "pastoral," as in service, whether I have the credential, or a pulpit, or a parish, or not, if I hadn't been trying so hard to see me in such a formal position.