When a staff member at your annual writing workshop surprises you by asking you to help at the service on the last night, the service that always leaves you utterly undone, fail to understand she is inviting you to bless people.
Three days later, thank the other staff member whose name was invoked during that invitation and tell her you’re happy to do whatever they have in mind. Realize from part of her answer — it’s not always people who are ordained — that you will be touching people and speaking words and looking eye to eye with the hand, the voice, the full-hearted seeing that undoes you, in this week that always feels like the front porch of the kingdom to come.
Remember the five times you have been on the receiving side, stepping forward, having the cross spelled on your forehead, meeting someone’s gaze nakedly, hungrily, trying with the mind’s hand to clutch the words spoken to you, words inviting you to use your gifts for his glory.
Consider what to say.
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