The Confusion Feel-Goodies!

It has been an interesting few weeks in a number of ways. I received a very tempting job offer with a fat raise in Afghanistan a couple of weeks ago, and to my surprise, I was extended a calling at church not a day or two after I got the job offer.

 

The calling was quite interesting by itself; I'm the missionary services coordinator for my servicemen's group in an area where it is forbidden to actively proselyte at all. However I know that it is a real calling and not just a "busy title" and an excuse to speak during Sunday school. Then I was assigned to speak in Church on missionary work and I dutifully researched and prepared what I felt was a good talk. As I was preparing I was surprised at a lot of things that I had heard before but since forgotten.

 

It went quite well but before I had even finished speaking, a soldier that I recognized from somewhere came in and sat down in the back. He described himself as a wandering spirit and said that he was always interested in learning about new religions and after the meetings were over, we spent over an hour in the back just chatting about religion, family, old girlfriends, and he agreed to be taught about the gospel.

 

Just as he was leaving, myself and another soldier were preparing to close up the chapel when in came yet another soldier who asked us where he could get a bible to read. One thing led to another and he ended up tentatively agreeing to come to Church to be our pianist as we are losing our dear Sis. Jones, who btw if she weren't already married I would marry just to hear her sing all day. But what an experience!

 

I had wondered about this calling and whether or not it was something I should take seriously. In the course of 2 weeks I have gone from being totally excited to have a calling, to somewhat confused about the nature and purpose of it, to slacking and neglecting it because it felt pointless. But on the first day where I put forth a heartfelt effort by giving a prayerful and earnest talk on missionary work, this happened. Again, words fail me as I try to put my thoughts and feelings into words.

 

But the confusion continues. I am still awaiting final word on the transfer to Afghanistan. I could be out of here on Friday or Saturday but here I sit, planning missionary discussions. If anything it is quite a reminder that I need to better accommodate the Lord's timeline for things instead of the other way around. What to do, what to do?