ordained to die

I love the story of my life, because it has nothing to do with me.

God has used me to do ridiculous things and all I had to do was yield to his call and love, and then hang on and try to keep in step.

I was born in middle-class suburban Connecticut with all the flavor of most folks. We had ups and downs. Along with the rest of the world put the "fun" in dysfunctional.

I played lacrosse, was a land-locked-surfer-wanna-be, and had a fair helping of insecurities and fear. I had undiagnosed learning disabilities, did not finish high school until after graduation, went to college and was dismissed five times because of grades.

I loved the dead, dabbled in drugs, almost drank myself to death (thank you New London Hospital),  became a "real" surfer and rode huge hurricane swells, climbed rocks coast-to-coast and loved to get my freak on.

Then for no reason other than love God called me to himself.

The ride has really become interesting.

To make a long love story short, by the grace of God I found my way to what has become my home-away-from-home; the red earth patch of Heaven called Tanzania.

This mis-fit knelled before an Anglican Bishop and with absolute adoration to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords said yes. I willing laid my life down for His Glory. He ransomed me from death. I will go where ever he wants, speak His words, and do his will.

Beloved, if you are baptized into Christ, you have been given the same ordination as me. You have been called, separated and sent.  What is holding you back from living into your piece of the Universal Priesthood? What is keeping you from experiencing the fullness of life you have been given? 

To die is to gain!