I was recently asked to seriously pray
about taking a teaching position at a US seminary. After having established
that this was no prank, I found myself at sea…under normal circumstances, I
would have jumped at the chance of serving with great men and women of God whom
I love dearly and for whom I have a profound respect.
But we have a call on our lives…a call to
serve the Lord in the Province of southern Africa.
Nevertheless, we were asked to pray about
it, so we prayed.
The night before this email popped up in my
inbox, we had attended a local Bible Study. Andy Stanley was talking about
Nehemiah’s decision to decline the invitation of Sanballat, Tobias, and the
crew to meet them on the plains of Ono. Five times Nehemiah says: “I am doing a
great work. I can not come down now.” Sensing my distress and struggle, Louise
looked me squarely in the eye and repeated these very same words. “We are doing
a great work. We can not come down now.”
We prayed some more…as I said, I love these
guys. What an honour it would be to teach with them. My heart was torn.
Then this past Sunday, at one point during
the sermon I ceased to hear the voice of the pastor and only heard the voice of
the Holy Spirit. The sermon was based on the story of Jonah. Were we seeking a
place on the ship to Tarshish when we were called to go to Nineveh? It was like
a burden was lifted off my shoulders. We had prayed and God had answered.
Still, it was not an easy email to write.
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