Thespia took the King’s hand and turned and faced the crowd. “The King!” She cried. The people cheered. Turning to the King, Thespia extended her arm toward the cheering crowd. “My Lord, the people.”
Kaleo is a Greek word that means, “I call”. It’s the stem of the Holy Spirit’s title, Parakaleo, which, literally translated, means “I call around [an object].” The first lecture a freshman at Covenant College recieves is one about calling. Within two weeks it becomes a class joke, and then freshmen realize that the class before them had the same joke, and the class before, and so on. It’s a Covenant tradition, this emphasis on calling.
Thespia’s calling is my calling. I am called to be an intercessor, to present before the King my people and before the people my King. In this the Holy Spirit and I are partners, and as such we weep and rejoice together.
Therefore I will dance with laughter when one sheep returns to the fold, and I will grieve over the sinner who will not repent. I will carry the burdens of my weaker brothers and sisters. I consider my calling to be to love the church global. They are my family.
There have been many callings and themes in my life, but the most recent and most powerful and life-dominating is this: that the people walking in darkness have seen a great light, and for those living in the shadow of death, a light has dawned. I am longing to hear the Church rise up and join the call. My face is turned toward Christ that it might be radiant. He is light even when the darkness hides him. I can ask no other sunshine but the sunshine of his face. I am following the light, seeking restoration, and looking for home. This is my calling.
I see God moving across the deserts from Edom,
the Holy One coming from Mount Paran.
His brilliant splendor fills the heavens,
and the earth is filled with his praise.
His coming is as brilliant as the sunrise.
Rays of light flash from his hands,
where his awesome power is hidden.
You bring all your history
I’ll bring the bread and wine
And we’ll have us a party
Where all the drinks are on me
Then, surely as the rising sun
Oh, you will be set free
In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
I’ve got my memories
They’re always inside of me
But I can’t go back
Back to how it was
I believe now
I’ve come too far
No I can’t go back
Back to how it was
Created for a place
I’ve never known
This is home
Now I’m finally
Where I belong
Where I belong
Yeah, this is home
I’ve been searching
For a place of my own
Now I’ve found it
Maybe this is home
Yeah, this is home
Belief over misery
I’ve seen the enemy
And I won’t go back
Back to how it was
And I got my heart
Set on what happens next
I got my eyes wide
It’s not over yet
We are miracles
And we’re not alone
And now
After all my searching
After all my questions
I’m gonna call it home
I got a brand new mindset
I can finally see the sunset
I’m gonna call it home
And standing in the middle of the lampstands was someone like the Son of Man. He was wearing a long robe with a gold sash across his chest. His head and his hair were white like wool, as white as snow. And his eyes were like flames of fire. His feet were like polished bronze refined in a furnace, and his voice thundered like mighty ocean waves. He held seven stars in his right hand, and a sharp two-edged sword came from his mouth. And his face was like the sun in all its brilliance.
*The title and the Light theme come from John 1, Isaiah 6, Habakkuk 3, Revelation 1, Lamentations 3 and Psalm 34. Lyrics are from “This is home” by Switchfoot, “Lover” by Derek Webb, “Beneath the Cross of Jesus” and “Holy, Holy, Holy.”
