"May the blessings..."

Tonight, I climbed Dun I, Iona's highest point. Gazing across the sound to Mull, I sit surrounded by beauty. I have nine more days on this wee island. Nine more days to soak it in, nine more days to prepare my heart and soul for what is next.

When I return home friends, family, visa appointments, flight booking and goodbyes greet me. Vanderbilt Divinity School is my next stop, three years back in Nashville. 

My time on Iona has brought unexpected emotions, thoughts and encounters. However, throughout my time here my draw towards ordained ministry has been affirmed. I am not drawn to wearing a collar around my neck or having Rev in front of my name. 

But my heart is drawn.... 
to sit with people through their greatest joys and deepest hurts,
to hold the hand of the dying,
to welcome children into the Church family,
to proclaim Christ's forgiveness, and
to live a life open to the Spirit.

As I journey closer to theological training, the words of John O'Donohue echo in my mind. May all who minister, in whatever capacity, read these words and be blessed.

For Priesthood

  May the blessings released through your hands
Cause windows to open in darkened minds.

May the sufferings your calling brings
Be but winter before the spring.

May the companionship of your doubt
Restore what your beliefs leave out.

May the secret hungers of your heart
Harvest from emptiness its sacred fruit.

May your solitude be a voyage
Into the wilderness and wonder of God.

May your words have the prophetic edge
To enable the heart to hear itself.

May the silence where your calling dwells
Foster your freedom in all you do and feel.

May you find words full of divine warmth
To clothe the dying in the language of dawn.

May the slow light of the Eucharist
Be a sure shelter around your future.

John O’Donohue