Under the heaven…

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: ~ Ecclesiastes 3:1

There I was, mending my nets on a day like any other, ready to do what I knew best, when I looked up from my work and there He was smiling. “Follow me,” He said {Mat. 4:19}. I spent an enjoyable afternoon yesterday with three friends. Catching up with the one brother I had not seen in a good two or three years…probably not since our COVID calamity…something that had been on my mind found its way out; “Most people don’t seem to have or know their purpose in life.” And he shared with me that his purpose, “helping people,” would come in retirement.

My friend has a plan. Plans change. Purpose is a calling that puts all plans on hold. Purpose under the heaven is hearing the voice that changes everything. Fear, doubt, and anxiety move to the backseat as purpose takes over. You drop your nets and follow without question…let the dead bury the dead {Luke 9:60-62}.    

Be not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the desolation of the wicked, when it cometh. For the Lord shall be thy confidence, and shall keep thy foot from being taken. ~ Proverbs 3:25-26

Following my own Breadcrumbs to Convergence is an exercise that occurred to me in June. It helped me to realize my calling all the way back as far as two powerful preschool dreams I had as a small child. Separation was the first…I was at the tail end of the very long line of children being let out of Hamlin, away from all we knew, by the Pied Piper, when the gate closed before me, separating me from them. There it was indelibly placed on my soul…separation brings salvation. Holding on, to life in this world in the form of a wild stallion was the second. Holding on for dear life, tiny arms wrapped around the powerful neck, bareback atop this wild beast racing with the wind. Endurance…Separation…letting go…holding on. The Father was preparing me long before He finally made the offer I could not refuse in 2015.

A time to every purpose. So what time is it, here and now, under the watchful eye of the Father? I asked the Christian friend who was rightfully disturbed by the article I shared last week about the Minnesota Governor Tim Walz who signed a bill banning practicing Christians from teaching in the public school system, if he was ever bullied. And moments later a friend sends me this: “Finally, somebody is putting the bullies in their place.”

We are here…the great inflection point…East meets West…the CONVERGENCE! What’s it gonna be boy? Think about this, as you and I sit here perched together on the edge of eternity. I purchased two books yesterday; Shepherds For Sale by Megan Basham, and John Foxe’s Book Of Martyrs.