I was not qualified, that’s for sure, at least not by academic degree or teaching experience. (I had given a presentation in a third-grade classroom once, but I’m sure that didn’t count for much.)
“So.” — one of my college students asked me as we drove back from a field trip yesterday — “How in the world did you end up as a journalism professor? How is that even possible?”
She knew my credentials.
I threw back my head with laughter at her question.
“Only God; only God,” I said, shaking my head over the absurdity of the story.
I told her that I’d never even gone looking for the job, that’s for sure. I hadn’t applied for it. I didn’t have a PhD, only a Bachelor’s. And I wasn’t Christian Reformed; I was Lutheran.
But in 2008, my telephone rang, and the College Dean of Somethin’-Somethin’ was on the other end, asking if I — a has-been news reporter now living on a farm in Iowa — might be interested in teaching journalism at Dordt College, which is associated with the Christian Reformed Church. Two days later, I was in the college president’s office. The next day I signed a contract.
I didn’t go looking; I was fetched.
I wasn’t “qualified” by academic degree; but I was hired.
And I get a little choked up now, writing those words, because this is our life with Christ:
We’ve been fetched. We’ve been invited to go where we are not qualified to go, and we’ve gone inside on credentials that aren’t even our own. So, this is grace.
Some folks say they “found God.” For me, it was the other way around. It felt that God came looking for me. I was the one who was lost, and He fetched me for sure.
I am a modern-day Mephibosheth. Remember him?
Mephibosheth was that man, lame in both of his feet, the last one in the house of Saul. King David asked his servant to fetch him.
Then, the king said to Mephibosheth: “Don’t be afraid. For I will surely show you kindness for the sake of your father. … And you will always eat at my table.”
Now, fetched sinner that I am, — lame in my own spiritual feet, and fully unqualified — I have this invitation to sit at the table, the King’s table. And I will always eat at that table. And I lay my forehead down at that table, tears once again streaming down my cheeks and utterly amazed that I get to sit there.
(And I seriously can’t get over the grace of it all. All. His grace still amazes me.)
Messianic Passover Seder for Families
We’ll be sitting around this table next Thursday night.
Each year, we host a Seder Meal, either in our home, or at our country church. Families: Click here for a script for a “Messianic Passover Seder for Families with Young Children.” I wrote this several years ago, and it works easily in a home setting. Feel free to cut and paste, and to make adjustments as needed.