Not every prophesy

"The Lord God has given me the tongue of a teacher, that I may know how to sustain the weary with a word."

This is beautiful. It’s poetic, it scans nicely, there’s alliteration – everything I like. It’s uplifting and aspirational – I read it and I, too, want to sustain the weary with a word. Am I called to be a teacher? Not in the traditional sense, the classroom sense, where children hand you apples and art made of popsicle sticks. I don’t have the patience. I can explain things simply, sometimes, but I don’t have a burning desire to see people learn, to bring them along on whatever journey they’re on, whether it’s faith or math or state capitals.

This is a super self-centered take. I’m not sure today’s lectionary was meant to make me consider and discard career choices. I suspect – and this is difficult – that it might not even be about me at all (not every prophesy is).

It’s Wednesday in Holy Week. There’s more going on than Megan’s latest existential crisis.

"Morning by morning he wakens – wakens my ear to listen as those who are taught."

Maybe I ought to do some more listening.

— MeganPrestonMeyer

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  1. I so love the honesty in your writing, the humility side by side with your beautiful powers of expression and intellect. It has been a pleasure to read your work here.

    --Babs

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