This past Tuesday, there was a youth ministry internship fair here at Lipscomb.  Basically a bunch of Youth Ministers from all over the country come and do 30 minute interviews with Lipscomb students for summer internships.  It really is a great thing, and if you are a Youth Minister reading this, I fully, 100% endorse you coming to the event next year.

I was one of those college students walking around “speed dating” with churches this year.  I really wasn’t too nervous or anything, but man did some of these churches put me at ease.  A few churches specifically really stuck out to me.  Just hearing them talk about their ministries, it was evident that God is at work in what they are doing.  I could see the passion for what they do in their eyes.  Passion for God and what He can do in the lives of their students was flowing straight from their hearts.  It was so refreshing to be around these people who have a vision for what God can do, not only in their own lives, but in the lives and hearts of the church.  Because of their great passion for God and where His Spirit leads, I want to work with these people in the kingdom, whether it be at their church or not.

But the interview wasn’t over.

Then they asked me about myself…

They asked me about different things that they saw on my résumé, if I had done an internship before, how old I was, if I grew up in church, where I went to church, and a bunch of other questions that were easy to answer, but some churches asked some other things.  One said, “I want to hear about your mission trip to Ukraine.”  More than anything, the way she said it caught me off guard.  She legitimately was interested in me, not just my ministry experience, not just whether or not I could lead a devotional for her youth group; she wanted to hear about something in my life.  So I told her and the rest of her ministry team.  I told them a lot.  I talked about how those thirteen days did a lot to me.  How my heart was captured, how I realized all that I take for granted on a daily basis, and how I learned that you can’t really care about someone or something until you have involved yourself with it.  And do you know the crazy thing about it? They cared.  Not only did they care, but they were genuinely interested in something that I was passionate about.

A member of a ministry team from a different church did something similar.  She (yes, another woman doing big things in ministry) said, “Tell us about this Sunday School class you have been teaching.”  I made a few jokes (sometimes I just can’t help it), then I told her and her two partners in ministry about how it was an honor to be asked to take it on, how I thought I would bless those guys’ lives, but how they and their families have ended up blessing my life instead, and about how my life has been changed because of the experience. And once again, They cared.  My passions were important to them.

I have been thinking a lot about my passions recently.  More and more I am realizing that I have a passion for writing.  Not writing 12-page exegetical papers on sexual immorality in Corinth, based on 1 Corinthians 6:12-20 (if you want to read it, I’ll send you a copy), but writing in my times of great feeling.  I do things like blog, journal, compose emails to authority figures that never get sent, leave long notes on my car begging Lipscomb Security not to tow my car, and writing things to make people laugh (whether they do or not is a different story).  I love to write.  But I don’t want to be a journalist (My grammar aint good enough to be no journalist).  I want to write about the incredible experiences that I am having while living in community with passionate people who are in all different walks of life.  I want to have something to write about.  So, yeah, that’s where I’m at.

“Vocation is where our greatest passion meets the world’s greatest need” -Frederick Buechner




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