To my pastor and missionary friends: A message from Sean
This will be a short post but its something that has been on my mind for a while now. Every night I lay down and write this post in my head. Every morning while I drive to work I write this post in my head.
By all measurements, life is going “well.” I have a good job and just bought a great car to replace the one I spun off the road in.
But something is off. Something is wrong. I can feel it. There has to be more.
Maybe it is just how I feel due to my longtime anxiety and depression but I think it is more than that. I think I know deep down that there is more to life. That I am asked by God to do more. I just don’t know what.
I’ve recently been reading a commentary on Ezekiel and being a remanent or exile weighs heavily on me. I don’t know where I belong but it's time I go wherever God sends me. This is me putting myself out there. There has to be a door open that I dont know about.
I know I need to help people. I have a B.A. in Pastoral Ministry, but I don't have ministry credentials or a passport (can get them). That’s what is inside of me. I care about those who do not know Jesus, those in need, the misunderstood, and, specifically, the homeless.
If anything I've said clicks with you and you are looking to add to your team,