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Open Preview See a Problem? Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — In the Meantime by Rob Brendle. The Practice of Proactive Waiting 3. You may be surprised to learn that a very famous person in the Bible found himself in a similar place. David had a dream and caught a glimpse of his purpose. In this amusing, amazing, and very surprising guidebook, Rob Brendle can help you get there from here. Paperback , pages.
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Apr 01, Daniel Johnson rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: When I felt called by G-d to serve a purpose greater than the one I had planned for myself, I quit my job and then asked myself "Now what? I really connected with the story of King David in this book as he too was called for a greater purpose [to be king], but had to spend several years tending sheep and doing non-kingly things before he fulfilled his destiny. Rob has a gift for writing in a both humorous and down-to-earth style, and he clearly is one who is living his calling.
About Rob Brendle Rob Brendle is associate pastor of the 11, member New Life Church in Colorado Springs, Colorado, where he speaks to several hundred twenty- and thirty-somethings every week. Inspired by Your Browsing History. Penguins and Golden Calves. The Rock That Is Higher. The Pocket Meister Eckhart. Shaykh Fadhlalla Haeri and Muneera Haeri. The Mind of God. You Are the Universe.
The Fearless Benjamin Lay. A Call to Mercy. The Penguin Book of Hell. No Time to Lose. In the Cool Shade of Compassion. The Practice of Pure Awareness. The Places That Scare You. Perle Epstein and Perle Besserman. In case you are new to summer missions, cultural re-entry is the period during which you feel righteous anger over the fact that there is one aisle in every American grocery store devoted entirely to chips, while people in the country from which you just returned still use an outhouse.
Yep, everything was different for me now. I would serve him now. I was going into the ministry. With a secret aloofness, I would smile knowingly and think of sitting through career fairs, appointments with the job-placement counselor, and find-your-true-purpose motivational speeches with the rest of the students for the next two years, confident that my destiny was sealed.
But here was the problem: I hadn't a clue how to proceed. So I was going to be in the ministry! The excitement of that prospect sustained me for a year or two, but eventually the dam cracked that had been holding back a flood of questions on the edge of my consciousness- and then the dam broke entirely. What specifically will I do? How will I get there? How will I know I'm on the right path? You know how it is: You start to look for a sign-a burning bush or an angelic visitation or a wet fleece. Maybe the weed whacker getting tangled in the lawn decorations last weekend was God sending me a message; maybe he was speaking to me through the unusually crisp, minty-fresh feeling of the new toothpaste I bought.
You go through seasons when you feel God wildly; everything seems to be his leading, and the moment of embarking on your calling seems imminent. And you go through seasons when you feel absolutely nothing. You become sure that, like Moses and David before you, you are in The Desert, and you somberly resign yourself to the possibility that you may have to wander for years in order for God to teach you something. You sensationalize and rationalize and begin to drive yourself crazy, all in pursuit of this elusive sense of calling.
So the sublime self-assurance of my Damascus Road experience proved short-lived. If the sudden enlightenment I experienced that summer solved one problem, it created another.
You're young? Check. You've felt God's tap on the shoulder, like he's got something for you to do with your life? Right. But you're not exactly sure what it is, . In the Meantime has 30 ratings and 3 reviews. Daniel said: When I felt called by G-d to serve a purpose greater than the one I had planned for myself, I.
Now I no longer wondered what career discipline I would choose or whether I would pass the dreaded engineer-in-training exam, and if not, whether my life would end. But a whole new set of questions emerged. Questions about details, decisions, direction. It was all so hazy. What exactly am I to do? What about a leader in a parachurch ministry? But alas, I was on the mission field when he called me, so maybe that means I'm supposed to be a missionary! That certainly qualifies as serving him, right? Ah, but then again, all believers in Christ are called to serve him, so technically he could have meant that I would have a normal career and be a light in the darkness of my workplace.
So maybe I need to be studying for the dumb engineer-in-training exam after all! Oh c'mon, that's not what he meant! Why would he come and speak to me in the desert when I was already serving him-according to this technicality-only to tell me the obvious? Okay smarty, so what did he mean then?
In retrospect, I remind myself of Gollum in The Two Towers when he was having a prolonged conversation with himself. My internal wrangling was somewhat comical, but it sure wasn't funny at the time! No, these were the questions of the cosmos to my twenty-year-old mind. I will serve you-yes, undoubtedly. But what are the steps to get there? The voice sort of disappeared before we got to that part. Give me commands, and I can obey them exactly; give me a map, and I can follow it precisely. I can work hard, focus, and sacrifice. But the ambiguity of "Serve me for the rest of your life" threw me because God didn't provide any subsequent commands or give me a road map.
I went to Africa full of naive ambitions and good-hearted, boyish dreams; I came home full of the big questions of life. These questions shaped my young adulthood. The next twelve years became a process of finding the answers.
Sometimes the answers came as a result of a deliberate search, and other times I stumbled onto them as I walked along the path God laid before me. I can see now that all the while I was living into the calling God gave me. I have become persuaded that these big questions are the stuff of the pursuit of God, that he intentionally places them within us. It is in living into the answers and seeing the plan unfold that men and women of substance are forged.
Some people never get past the questions, and that is a shame, because theirs become wasted dreams of God. Determined not to let my God-dream ferment, I set out to learn how to be used by God. You know how it goes. You wait on the Lord. You confess and believe you are called by God. Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, you press on and pray hard and in dramatic goose-bump moments at the climax of powerful worship services, you cry out with all your might, "God, use me! Over the past several years, I have come to believe that the sincerely meant and dramatically expressed petitions of my early adulthood were entirely off the mark.
In fact, it's clear to me now that my pleas for God to use me were nonsensical, and here's why. Passionately pleading for God to use us is like passionately pleading for fire to be hot or for water to be wet.