I ran across a good blog post the other day. Sorry to borrow from another’s work, but I’ve had similar thoughts myself, and Sally expressed them much the way I would have if she hadn’t beat me to it.
Reading this, I was reminded of when, years ago, someone said my writing was “anointed.” That made me uncomfortable, and it wasn’t false modesty that made me deny the charge. I do believe God has given me an ability to write. He’s given me the opportunity to write, and a story to tell. But an anointing? I wouldn’t put it that way.
But what constitutes “a calling?” I’m not sure!
Miriam Webster defines it as a strong inner impulse toward a particular course of action especially when accompanied by conviction of divine influence.
God has given me abilities that I love to exercise and the freedom to make use of them. Does that constitute a calling?
Psalm 45 begins: My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.
(That’s in the NIV, which is easier to follow than the version I usually read [KJV]: My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.)
A breathtaking psalm, it goes on to talk about the glories of Christ the King, concluding: I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.
Though the psalmist’s words will remain for all generations, mine will not. Nevertheless, my purpose is the same.
Perhaps it’s a calling after all.