As I go along in ministry, I seem to get clearer and clearer about my sense of call. Rapidly I find myself getting over the need to apologize for what often comes across as a broad and unwieldy sense of ministry. A ministry that is best summed up as this: Care for the most vulnerable. Seek them out and love them.
The list goes on and on. Some days it is the poor who cry out for attention, on others it is someone who has suffered a staggering personal loss. It can be the addicted and dying or the recovering alcoholic looking for a next step and renewed sense of purpose. Some days it is the alien or the one who is overwhelmed by too much stuff and the sense of emptiness that can come along with great wealth. Other days it is the elderly and forgotten or those who have been shunned because of their sexual orientation. The truth – if we take an honest look within – is that we all at some time or another experience vulnerability or at the very least the fear of becoming one of those at risk.
Today was joyful. I had the privilege of praying for and blessing a parade of precious three- and four-legged creatures, who have been rescued by TARAA (The Animal Rescue & Adoption Agency). Some of these precious ones – like Teddy – are awaiting adoption. For others this “Dog Day Afternoon” event was an annual reunion of happily adopted and well-adjusted furry friends and their new families.
May we pay attention to all those in our midst who tend to be forgotten or ignored. May we love even those who seem to have nothing to contribute. When we bless them and love them, it pleases the One who has created everything. When we care for them we are caring for our God and for ourselves.