Growing up I never would have thought that I would be preparing to enter the career I’ve recently decided on. Even a few months ago that statement would still be true. Actually, this whole change might be best portrayed by my reading in the last week.
In March I put a book on hold that I was pretty excited about: This Book is Overdue: How Librarians and Cybrarians Can Save Us All. In it, Marilyn Johnson not only praises librarians for all they do, but actually explains what they do. She describes how we are overloaded with information, the Internet putting out more every day. “I felt like I was three years old,” she describes, “high on chocolate cake and social networks, constantly wired, ingesting information and news about information, books and books about books, data and metadata – I was, in other words, overstimulated yet gluttonous for more” (16). It’s librarians who swoop in to organize data, verify facts, and patiently explain to us everything from how to use a mouse to navigating the LexisNexis database. As I placed the hold on it for the soonest available copy I thought to myself, Yes! This is what I need! Someone praising librarians to re-invigorate my passion for organization and free information!
That hold was filled last week. When I went to pick it up, there was another book I had requested on the shelf next to it. This one I had asked for about a month ago, called Flickering Pixels by Shane Hipps, the new teaching pastor at Mars Hill Bible Church in Grand Rapids where I attend. I had requested it not only because I had read his first book and was interested in what he had to say, but also because lately he’s become one of God’s voices in my life. This started in April when I made the thirteen-hour drive down to North Carolina to visit both my sister and UNC Chapel Hill for their library school. I was pretty set on Chapel Hill: they were ranked top in the nation, the climate and campus are beautiful, my sister and her boyfriend are nearby, it seemed like an easy choice. But as I stepped into the library science building, I instantly felt disheartened. God just didn’t want me there, and I was beginning to think he didn’t want me in library sciences at all.
When I got back to my sister’s house that evening, I listened to a Mars Hill podcast that I had missed a few months prior. It was coincidentally (or maybe … divinely) Shane’s first sermon as the new teaching pastor, titled “Calling.” He describes how happy he was with his life and work in Arizona; his family was happy, they had a community, a house, friends… he had no desire to leave. He didn’t apply for the teaching pastor position in Grand Rapids. The first couple times the Mars Hill team approached him asking him to take the position, he politely said “no, thanks.” But eventually, they approached him and said “we’ve discerned that you belong here.” He decided that if God had spoken to them then he should do some discernment work too. Back in Arizona, he did… and couldn’t stop thinking that maybe he should be teaching at Mars Hill. He brought his wife and family in on the decision. Then his church elders and members. They all came to the same conclusion: You may be happy where you are, but God tied part of your soul to Grand Rapids, and that’s where you belong.
That was exactly the feeling I’d been looking for, and now he put a word to it: calling! I love my life in Grand Rapids; I’ve developed a social network of supportive friends; I have strong bonds at my Krav Maga studio; I adore my yoga instructor; and most of all, I can’t imagine leaving a church that people around the world wish they could attend. I knew I would have to move somewhere for any kind of grad school, but it would be difficult to leave Grand Rapids. I had to feel a stronger calling to go elsewhere to trump my enjoyment of my life here.
I abandoned librarianship at that time; I knew that if God didn’t want me at any of the schools I’d visited, it was safe to say that he didn’t want me in the profession at all. So, frustratingly, I decided to just sit back and see what happened, see where he was leading me and what he was calling me to do.
At the same time as I was having my career crisis, I had taken over organizing a Short Circle I was in through Mars Hill. We signed up to meet for six weeks, but decided to continue after those were finished. Somehow I ended up being the one to send out emails, coordinate events and locations, and organize discussion materials. I began meeting with Steve Weber, a community life pastor at Mars Hill, to deal with my issues concerning being a woman leader (and with being any kind of leader). Slowly, more and more people were telling me how good I was doing at all of this. When people asked me about my career decision, they would often say: what are you passionate about? And my first thought, unspeakable for fear, was God and love.
I was baptized in May and shared my story with the church. Afterwards Rob Bell approached me to say “that was so … articulate” and to tell me that I “have no idea how many people’s lives you touched today.” I was hesitant to believe him until afterwards, while I was still drenched in holy water, strangers approached me to tell me how meaningful my story was to them, and could they hug me? One man asked me if I’d be willing to meet with him and his wife to discuss intellectualizing God. A couple weeks later, I got an email from Mars Hill about a lady who was trying to contact me – she and her daughter spontaneously decided to be baptised, and would like to meet with me. I met with friends and they began talking to me about their questions about God. I became notorious among certain friends for inviting them to church every week – even though every week they said no. Finally, I couldn’t ignore what was happening in my life. With defeat, I said “okay, God, I’m listening. Here I am.” by clicking on google and searching for seminaries. Two days later, Shane spoke again on calling. This time I didn’t even think coincidence; my boyfriend Keller looked at me in the first minutes of the service and we both thought, divine timing.
Oh, and as for my passion for free information and empowering the masses? Shane verbalized what it was that made me hesitant in that area as well, in Flickering Pixels: “Information alone is strength without coordination. We become a danger mostly to ourselves when we have it. Understanding is the ability to coordinate that raw information in meaningful ways. Understanding creates a certain enthusiasm. We can direct our knowledge toward potentially usefully ends — but we may also be a danger to others. Wisdom, however, is knowing how, when, and why we use our understanding; wisdom is settling into our understanding without being too enamored by it” (71). I’m not abandoning information; I just want to organize it into wisdom for something greater.