It was 1968. I was sitting in the library of my college when I went into a dream state. I dreamed about the possibility of serving God in a way that would change the world.  I felt it so deeply it brought a warm feeling of God’s presence in me.  Tears welled up in my eyes and dropped on the page of a book on my desk.  They startled me but I didn’t want to wake up and lose that feeling and the vision I was experiencing.
 
My tears were of sadness because we were losing 58,000 young men and women being killed in the Viet Nam War. Sadness because prejudice and discrimination were rampant throughout my southern homeland. They were also tears of joy that I could be a part of God’s plan to make a difference in our country and world.  I had the privilege of preaching the confronting and challenging message of Christ in two little country churches on the border of Tennessee and Kentucky.  They weren’t what you would label liberal, but they listened, and gradually over time, began to be changed by the teachings of Jesus.
 
That day was a feeling I’ll never forget. It was a feeling I don’t want to forget. It was a feeling I wanted to carry with me for the rest of my life. Those tears gave me the blessed assurance my decision to follow God’s call into ministry was my center and destiny.
 
My wish for you is to have a moment like mine when you feel God’s guidance to use your talents to change the world.

Agape, Kimball, S.E.