As I think about the past few days, extended workshops analyzing and exploring solutions to difficult questions, I find myself reflecting on the choices the individuals involved are taking. If you were here, you would find the normal range of responses. From distant interest to passionately engaged. From cynical questioners to intense believers looking for solutions. From those willing to talk to those willing to act.
There is no criticism of what one person chose over another. Although there was an open invitation to all present, not everyone was coming from the same position. What struck me was the reaction of those who felt called. You can feel their belief. The energy level was tangible. It was as if they had been waiting for the invitation that they thought would never come.
A few did not hear or see the invitation. While engaged, I doubt anyone expects that they will be actively involved in any capacity. As the meeting wrapped up, it was as if they had already left the floor. Their choice was clear.
I wonder how many invitations in life I have missed. Did I think I had other responsibilities at the time? Was I so focused on my agenda that I missed the greater one? Had I closed my mind to what might happen if there was more?
I wish invitations were blunt and direct. Perhaps a voice could call out, “now, up on your feet—I have a job for you. I’ve handpicked you to be a servant and witness to what’s happened today, and to what I am going to show you.” (Acts 26.16) Yet, life rarely works that way.
Today was more the norm of normal. The invitation was embedded in the busyness of a regular workday. It was there, however it was compelling for everyone in the room. There were reasons to believe mixed with reasons to doubt.
I realize that I hold the freedom to choose within me. It is a gift. It is an opportunity to take a step forward. The answers to “If” find life with action.
