[Thoughts from the conference where I’ll be this week: Writing and the Pastoral Life. I’m in rural Minnesota, at St. John’s University and Abbey]
A prayer as I’m trying to figure out what it is to be both a writer and a pastor– as I realize that I’m tired and burned out, but that there is still a longing in me for something more.
God, make me a vessel. Set me on fire.
Remind me of my calling, reignite my flame.
Give me a voice, and something worth saying.
Wake me up–today.
And again tomorrow,
and tomorrow’s tomorrow.