I looked out at the vast sea before me. It was dark and foreboding, dangerous and cruel. My eyes traced the distant horizon, looking for anything—a leakage of light, a weak beam of the sun, a signal of hope. Straining, I saw nothing. The sea churned in a terrible, thunderous, and unearthly roar. It frightened me.
I turned and looked behind me. Surely there was a mistake. This is not how I had imagined my calling. But the road that snaked behind me, plain, unmistakable, and well-worn, was mine. My life’s journey—my calling—had led me here.
Slowly, I turned to face the sea once more. Incredulously, I blinked. Perhaps I was dreaming. Surely this was not my task. Surely it was for someone older, experienced, and wise. Not me.
But there was no mistake. So I stepped out, in faith alone.
God had called me to walk on the stormy sea—for Him, and for His glory.
Often, Christian youths desire a simple and easy life. They want to live a life of minimal wants and cares, to be well-off and respected. This is not always the true Christian soldier’s life. The Christian life is a battle. Some are called to lives of relative ease, and others are called to literally battle on the front lines of spiritual warfare for the souls of men—pastors, teachers, evangelists, writers, missionaries. Even those who are called to a life here in the States, with a well-paying job and a great education, are called to step out over the line—willing to sacrifice all for Christ. When we truly understand this, and accept the call, we will stand on the edge of the sea, and step out for His glory. “Do not pray for an easy life. Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.”