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 princess4I was having a chuckle this morning over the entire concept of finding your calling, your special purpose, “your destiny,” as Joel Osteen often says. This is a familiar theme in some areas of churchian culture, everybody must have a special-secret-calling, usually one that involves great personal satisfaction and prosperity.

First off, let me say that the older you get, the more annoying this idea becomes. There’s just something about turning 50 and having people still asking you, so what do you want to be when you grow up? Or worse yet, like a few Fems have actually said to me, “now that the kids are grown, are you finally going to do something useful with your life?”

Oh ouch, what a slug in the gut. I may sound somewhat amused, but really these themes have  distressed me a few times over the years. God bless hubby, because once while in the midst of a fit, I demanded, “do I actually have any purpose here?!” And he said, “I was hoping your purpose was to spend the rest of your life annoying me.” Ahhh, if that is not the most romantic thing ever. He is certainly no great poet, but he sure does know how to say just the right thing, at just the right time. I do consider it my special calling to disturb the man’s peace as much as possible. That really is a huge part of my “ministry.”

I always have the urge to get snarky here, because clearly my calling is to be a princess. It does often seem as if those prayers have gotten lost in translation, some kind of communication gap between earth and heaven, but I’m still fairly convinced I’m royalty and need to live and act accordingly…..even while cleaning toilets. It’s true, you know, we are to be princes and princesses. “But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light..”

Sons and daughters of a Most High God, carrying royal blood, bearing good news, inheritors of a kingdom. That is our calling, that is who and what we are. Some like to call us saints. We may even judge the angels someday.

That’s a fascinating paradox within faith, humble and yet royal. That is how Jesus Christ Himself walked in the world, the King of Kings and yet born in a manger among those who asked, “Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth?!”

Something I wish we’d stop doing in the Western world is confusing who we are in Christ, with what we do in service to Him. The guy bagging groceries is not engaged in his calling, his calling is far more complex than that. There are a million little ripples in the pond that he is in charge of, that he has been called to do, things that will often go unseen, unnoticed by the world at large, but so vitally important. His calling may ebb and flow, or change entirely, but his calling is not a simple label attached to what he does.

There’s nothing wrong with finding a calling, unless seeking that magical, mystical place causes us to miss the entire joy of the journey itself. Life is our calling, life is what  happens to us while we are seeking our “destiny.”

As a little girl, I really did ask God to make me a princess, and one day all grown up, I looked about and realized those prayers had been answered. That may well sound crazy, but I live better than the kings and queens of yesterday, in a land of relative peace and prosperity, enjoying blessings that few in the history of humankind ever have.

And let’s not forget that royal blood that crowned us and claimed us.

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