The call of God is not just for a select few but for everyone. Whether I hear God’s call or not depends on the condition of my ears, and exactly what I hear depends upon my spiritual attitude. —Oswald Chambers, My Upmost For His Highest
After eight days of non-stop travel and speaking, I couldn’t wait to walk in my front door. I fantasized about crawling underneath my flannel sheets and sleeping for days. Don’t get me wrong: I love what I do—this career and calling. And those days of investing in individuals fill me with a deep sense of purpose.
Even so, I was exhausted. Three different speaking events—with multiple presentations each—is grueling. Especially for a woman who struggles with the mechanics of speaking.
Home beckoned. But first I needed to get there. Unfortunately, due to a snowstorm and multiple delayed flights, I landed in Denver far too late for my husband to pick me up. The kids were already in bed.
Don’t worry about it. I’ll catch an Uber.
I shot him a text, even as my selfish alter-ego hoped he’d jump in the car anyway. The last thing I wanted to do was to spend an hour in a stranger’s car at 11:00 pm.
With a sigh, I pulled up my Uber app, clicked on a request for pick-up, and confirmed my request. Then I schlepped my suitcases to the correct door and stood outside in the cold while I waited for my driver.
I had zero idea what was about to happen.
When my driver pulled up to the curb, a young man in his late twenties hopped out of his car. My first thought: I hope he isn’t a talker. His first thought: to load up my luggage and open my door.
His kindness surprised me. He was friendly, thoughtful. Not easily done at 11 o’clock at night.
I suspected he’d want to talk on the way home.
I was correct.
Within moments, he asked me about my travel, what I did for a living, asked me about my favorite color, hobbies, flavor of ice cream. Okay, not those last three. But I cringed with each question, selfishly longing for silence. Even so, I mustered the manners to ask him the same questions in return.
After listening, I asked him one final question. To this day, I’m not entirely sure why I asked it. But thank God I did:
“Guillermo, what’s your dream?”
The front seat got quiet. I waited. Then, as if making a decision, the flood gates opened and my Uber driver proceeded to share his dream.
He volunteers at a Spanish-speaking Christian church in downtown Denver, and his dream is to work with the youth, the teenagers who are searching for answers. He told me that his faith in Jesus Christ is the most important thing in his life, and he wants to do whatever he can to invest in the next generation.
For the next 45 minutes, as Guillermo drove his small, four-door sedan to my home, we shared our mutual faith and love of Jesus in his Uber car. We exchanged our favorite Bible verses and shared both the hard and beautiful parts of our stories.
And when Guillermo pulled up in front of my house in the dark of a long night, we prayed. Together.
It’s been more than two years since that day. I haven’t seen or heard from Guillermo since. But I know in the heart of Denver lives a young man serving Jesus who is my brother. He’s fulfilling his calling, one day at a time. Both with the teenagers he mentors and the passengers he drives in his Uber car.
I learned something important that day, something that has redefined how I view my calling. In the eight days before I met Guillermo, I’d delivered multiple presentations at multiple events and had met many successful and influential people. Lots of good things happened in those eight days, and I don’t want to discount it. But it wasn’t the sum total of my calling that week.
And it wasn’t the most memorable.
The moment that changed me, the one that made me feel most alive with God’s presence and calling in my life, happened during a late night Uber ride with a young man named Guillermo.
My point is this:
Many of you don’t know what your calling is. You’re begging God for clarity, searching for it like treasure. You think once you find it, life will somehow make more sense.
But calling isn’t “over here” or “over there.” It is right where you are.
It’s the person or purpose right in front of you. Today. This moment. Even if you’re at the gym sweating on the elliptical or in a cubicle crouched behind a computer screen. Or in an Uber car long past your bedtime.
Gyms and cubicles and cars need your light as much as any place else.
Your calling is to be exactly who you are—the full expression of who God made you be, who God has graced you to be—today. Not after you get your dream job or when your children grow up or when you are discovered or when you feel better. But right here, right now.
Open your eyes, my friends. Learn to look and listen and expect, even when you’re exhausted. Because the moment right in front of you is pregnant with far more opportunity for glory than the one you’re imagining somewhere down the road.
QUESTION: Have you ever experienced God’s glory in an unexpected place? What happened? And how can you open your eyes and ears and heart to the expectation of the same today, exactly where you are?