In Acts 6, we find Stephen. Called first and martyred first for the role of Deacon as a prophetic leader of the church in the world.
When I was first discerning my own call to the Diaconate, I read this chapter often. I wondered whether I could really be called to a vocation where stoning was a literal possible outcome. Now several years down this path, I have come to wonder if Deacons attract the stones like some kind of geomagnetic pull.
I find that my polite inclinations hold less merit when in the presence of clear wrong. I find my voice saying words calling out outrageous acts. However, I find graciousness abounding as well.
It is a strangely vocal place for a wallflower recluse like me. I took a hiatus from blogging because I was concerned. However, Jesus is calling me to strengthen my resolve. So stones, on this St. Stephen’s Day I promise to seek you out. I promise to invite you to my lord’s kingdom for a bath and a meal which will forever change you. And Lord, I promise you that I will accept the bruises I receive along the way as evidence that I am on your path. I will stop shrinking from this task. I am yours wholly-owned. Thy will be done.