The dream of becoming a pastor has become something that goes down under very quickly over time until somehow God calls it to rememberance.. and this usually spells as an encounter or an altar call in church..
I remember that my best friend then was telling me that it is super duper hard to be a pastor but back then, my pride tells me that I am going to prove her wrong. Of course she got to her dream of being a lawyer but I am nowhere near to being a pastor of sorts..
I am in no way lamenting because I get to lead a bunch of very awesome peopleand I am MORE than proud to be known as a shepherd to them. I was just reminded by Minqi on the way home after Emerge meeting last night of how at the age of 12 I shared that I wanted to become a pastor like Pastor Eileen one day. She recounted so many so many things of my childhood and as we spoke I was also reminded of the level of faith then. I would be writing songs and sermons on my own and use them in my own qt really wondered where all that came from.
Now that I’ve grown more in knowledge and practial know-how, I questio the level of fauth in my heart. It seems to have been tainted and limited by circumstances but truth is, there is no limit in Christ. I miss those days where faith is just so simple, what the rest refer to as childlike faith.
What got me thinking is if my ministry truly belonged with the youths or with the little ones. Could it be that the calling is towards the kids?
And what touches me most is that this is an out-of-the blue reminder of what I used to confess and believe a lot for. And to think that someone else remembers, it throws me off course. Thank you J!