Today’s writing prompt from WordPress resonated with me. “Calling.” What does that mean?
A calling is a tricky thing. It means, in its most religious sense, what God has meant for you to do. It’s the answer to the question “Why are you here?”
Attempting to divine God’s will or plans is a sure way to either 1) prove your own hubris or 2) wind up in a lot of trouble. Countless people claim to know what God wants for themselves or others, usually making it clear they’re really out for their own self-interest. Or that they’re nuts. It’s a toss up. Best case scenario, you drive yourself nuts trying to figure out if something is what He intends.
So do I have a calling to write? Is that why I’m here? Are there issues with using that term? Some would apply the word only to those who have been called to the priesthood. Anything outside of that is a vocation we choose. That’s fine.
I’ve always felt moved to write, even at a young age. Even when I didn’t know “writing” could be a career choice. The impulse has often driven me. When I wasn’t writing it was scratching around the back of my brain, waiting to get out like a caged animal.
Maybe writing isn’t a calling. Maybe nothing is. If you want to take issue with that, it’s up to you. Even if we don’t want to use that word, the spirit of what it means still keeps me moving forward. That spirit was encapsulated in a common saying, one that I saw regularly on a framed needlepoint on the wall of the stairs leading to the basement of my grandparents’ house. My grandmother had made it herself. She wasn’t an overly-religious person, but knew this still applied.
Your talent is God’s gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God.
Same basic concept.
Chris Thilk is a freelance writer and content strategist who lives in the Chicago suburbs.