Lots of Saturday evenings, I carve out a little time to do what I'm doing right now-- thinking about faith and spirituality and God. Now, I don't do this only on Saturdays, but on Saturdays my meditations do take on a different tone. Peaceful, zen-like? No. Try a little frantic, in a cramming-for-the-test kind of way.
You see, at church we all get called to serve in different ways-- our "jobs"-- and currently, mine is teaching the Gospel Doctrine class, where we discuss scripture; this year it's the New Testament. And do you know what can be a little daunting? Leading a discussion on deeply profound truths in a room full of people who probably know a good deal more about your topic than you do, that's what.
But guess what? I love my calling. Even when I'm in a little panic over it-- (ack! I have to teach this tomorrow!)-- I am so grateful for it. It's that panic that makes me kick my efforts up a notch to really be mindful of the words I'm studying, to mine them for the many layers of truth they hold, and to seek for what it really means to be a follower of Jesus Christ. (Spoiler: Love people. All people. All the time.)
This week we're talking about James-- and it's gorgeous. I'm thankful for that.