During the past few years I have realized several things. One of these is that there are some that are called and go, there are some that are called and choose not to go, and then there are those who long to be called and believe they are not, but when you fully surrender to His will, you realize that we are all called.
We just have to realize that He places us where He wants us – that is being fully surrendered to his calling. For when we read John 4:35, it says “…Behold, I say to you, lift up your eyes and look on the fields, that they are white for harvest.” He is speaking to each of us where we are…we tend to think about the harvest being in a different country or city but it is right in front of us. Look around and you will see souls that are in desperate need of our Savior.
The poem below is one that made an impact on my life – I hope it blesses and challenges you to be fully committed to him where you are today and where he might call you in the future.
— Rick
Choosing not to Choose
I longed to walk along an easy road,
And leave behind the dull routine of home,
Thinking in other fields to serve my God;
But Jesus said,“My time has not yet come.”
I longed to sow the seed in other soil,
To be unshackled in the work, and free,
To join with other laborers in their toil;
But Jesus said,“It’s not My choice for thee.”
I longed to leave the desert, and be led
To work where souls were sunk in sin and shame,
That I might win them; but the Master said,
“I have not called you, publish here My name.”
I longed to fight the battles of my King,
Lift high His standards in the thickest strife;
But my great Captain had me wait and sing
Songs of His conquests in my quiet life.
I longed to leave the hard and difficult sphere,
Where all alone I seemed to stand and wait,
To feel I had some human helper near,
But Jesus had me guard one lonely gate.
I longed to leave the common daily toil,
Where no one seemed to understand or care;
But Jesus said,“I choose for you this soil,
That you might raise for Me some blossoms rare.”
And now I have no longing but to do
At home, or far away, His blessed will,
To work amid the many or the few;
Thus,“choosing not to choose,” my heart is still
— selected