
Down The Sendero
We are all called to do something in life. There are some in the Christian walk who talk in terms of being “called of God” when they make changes or adjustments in life. I’m not knocking that, just trying to explain this post. Most often a Christian is called of God to do something greater or bigger than what they were doing previously. For instance, a pastor may say that they were “called” to go to the bigger church. Or one might say “I followed God’s call to the new job – which pays more.” In my life I have followed God’s calling to new jobs, new churches. It seems that in each of these callings God had something to teach me or stretch me, or get my attention. This post is about a new call that I am answering.
In June of this year my family and I will be relocating to the small town of Charlotte, Texas. We’re moving in with my wife’s 91 year old grandmother. It has been a long dream of ours to move to Charlotte and make our home on the family ranch. That word ranch sounds fancy, but mostly it really means hard work, sweat, dust, and fighting South Texas brush.
Here is where the “calling” part comes into play. When I was 13 or so, I accepted God’s call to the ministry. I don’t think at that time I really knew what that meant, and still struggle with exactly what it means. So in the past few years I have thought long and hard and struggled, and this is what I have come up with.
When I took my beautiful bride’s hand in a fancy ceremony and said I do, I accepted the call to love and cherish her, to support her, and to be there for her in every way imaginable – physically, mentally, spiritually. Then a few years later my oldest son was born. At this time I took on the tremendous responsibility to raise a Godly son who would grow up in the truth of God’s word. He would need to learn to be a young man and then a man, and how to be a leader spiritually and in the real world. Then my youngest was born and that started over again.
Might I say that I have failed in life tremendously at these things. The past three years have been night and day different because I was open to what God would teach me, and I allowed God to “break me.” I have no doubt that that is not over and try to remain faithful to His guidance and discipline. I have learned so much in the past few years and there is so much more to learn.
All of that to say this: For me, I am answering God’s call to family. My only legacy. Might God prove me faithful as I raise a Godly family that loves and fears God. Might it be said of me “Well done good and faithful servant, you did not waste or squander what God gave you.”






