What is a call? What does it mean?
To take new roads, but sight unseen?
To find a path new and unknown,
and know it's God's, and not my own?
To understand, we all should ask:
Is there a joy in this new task?
Does this bring gladness to the soul?
Can we rejoice to meet this goal?
But also ask ere we proceed:
Does this help meet the world's great need?
Can those who suffer want or pain
yet be made new and whole again?
We are not called to endless grief,
nor only bliss beyond belief;
Our call is where our joy complete
and all the world's deep hunger meet.
TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, August 2022, after words
by Frederick Buechner
MUSIC: Suggested tune O WALY WALY, English folk melody
I would be among those deeply affected by the recent death of novelist/essayist/Presbyterian pastor Frederick Buechner. I have most of this books and have probably quoted his works more in my sermons than any source other than scripture. It's probably not an accident that my writing has been stuck since his death was reported. One of his more famous sayings provided, after some extended reflection/wrestling, the text here. It's set to a familiar hymn tune because that's how I work, but my guess is that this is much more song than hymn.