Moses and Me

Butterfly - a symbol of spiritual unfoldment

If anyone out there in our great big beautiful world still occasionally stops by to read this blog, you'll have noticed that I haven't posted anything new in quite some time. I THOUGHT I had written to my readers that my new adventure, one that I've run away from for over three decades, was about to begin and my time would be very limited to blog but when I did I would keep my readers abreast of all the unfolding developments along the way.

This new adventure does not require hiking shoes or a tent or a sleeping bag...at least not yet! It does, however, require a lot of faith. Because my path, long eluded, is to become a Unity minister.

You may be wondering, I know I have, how did this come about? If you go back and read the post written on 5/21/15, that's where it all began. 33 years ago. And I've been running away from answering "yes" to that call for all those years. But, no worries, I believe God can use me somehow or other. At least on good days I believe that.

I started at the Unity Urban Ministerial School last September as a second year student and am currently working through my third term of academics. It has kept me crazy busy and I'm learning a whole lot and loving ALMOST every minute. I've been out of the academic world for a long time so writing a research paper in the "Chicago" style was Greek to me but I'm figuring things out little by little. My church is very supportive as are my family and friends.

I'm noticing some surprising and unexpected changes as I enter this new world, that of feeling "Moses-like". What I mean is there are many lessons being learned that have pushed me out into the desert. I wonder who do I think I am to be a useful servant to the Holy One? Am I of the right mental, emotional, physical, spiritual disposition to minister to a congregation? I mentally list all of my inadequacies. But then I remember that He Who called me will equip me. (There's that faith thing I spoke of earlier). I, like Moses, feel my ability to speak/communicate is inferior. How do I think I'm going to be able to do this thing. I am feeling very much alone. Yet, this feels as it should be for I know it is a lesson, a time to lean upon He Who Is my Strength. If God equipped Moses to drag those whining, complaining Israelites around in the desert for 40 years, I can do this tiny little thing...that feels gigantic to me.