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Show 103 Snapshot: The Calling ByHy There was a knock at the door. We rarely had visitors. Michael, the spiritual leader of our church and long time friend stood on the other side of the threshold smiling. "Hy, come take a walk with me," he calmly persuaded. I closed the door behind me and we started down our long driveway together. We were surrounded by the stark beauty of the small leaf maple and scmb oak that stood erect on a cold but sunny February day. He put his arm round my shoulders. "Hy, the Lord has a calling for you." Sudden tears shortly turned into sobs. Nearly everyone in our church has an important job to do, a way of contributing their time, talents and material possessions to others, a way of learning to serve all our brothers and sisters in this world. In order to survive and take care of my family, or so I thought, I had asked to be released from all such duties. "He hasn't abandoned me after all!" I managed to blurt out amidst the flood of emotions. |