She was secure in herself, her God and her calling.
I repeat, she was secure in herself, her God and her calling.
And no light calling it was. She believed she was the woman to lead the French to win the war versus England in the 1400s. She was a nobody from nowhere. And a teenager to make all of our heads spin. Joan of Arc had no right whatsoever to pursue such a dream, but she did.
According to Seven Women by Eric Metaxas, imagine Joan of Arc this way. “Imagine a teenage farm girl entering the halls of the Pentagon in Washington, DC, and forcefully demanding to see the secretary of defense, saying that God had given her a plan to end all terrorism aimed at the United States and her allies, and all she required was an army of soldiers with weapons.”
Can you even believe her?
At seventeen she spent six weeks attempting to see the governor again (after an already failed attempt). While waiting she would tell all the townspeople about her mission.
Unafraid, pin pointedly focused, secure in herself, her God and her calling.
Eventually the leaders agreed that they could use Joan’s help. So she led her army to victory after victory until the rightful King was crowned. Joan is celebrated now, but not celebrated while her feet were on this rugged earth. Instead, she was killed on grounds as a fraud and heretic, mocked and ridiculed.
Now I simply wish I could take her to coffee because truth is, I am bone tired. Tired of the straight and narrow, of the serve one another the way you want to be served; tired of the generous heart and the fight to find quiet in the loudest world earth has ever known.
My eyes are tired and so is my heart.
Because what does it feel like when you have the weight of a calling?
A calling to motherhood, calling to write, to create, to worship, to work without gossiping, to keep cleaning up after your angry co-workers. A calling to counsel, to speak life into others and to give love away in the way you and I have received it — freely and unhindered.
Or what about serving your husband, praying for your pastor, and staying late for VBS? To being generous and loving the really unlovable and giving in to forgiveness again and again.
What happens when your calling is messing up everything easy?
We sigh and get grumpy. That’s what happens. Especially when we lose sight of the gospel. And suddenly, our human spills out and reality hits our flesh and our feelings are out of control.
But she was secure in herself, her God and her calling.
And this alone is what made her persistent.
Joan undoubtedly would have rather stayed on her farm according to Metaxas, but she would not disobey, and she would not relent until she had done what God called her to do.
May it be the same with me, Lord. May it be the same with us.
The world will tell us to base our lives off feelings. What feels good. And truth be told, all of the above feels hard and like I have no more fight in me. But God hands me a different truth.
“For His divine power has given us everything required for life and godliness, through the knowledge of Him who called us by His own glory and goodness.” 2 Peter 1:3
All that power from the heavenlies to the oceans sits within me – all of it bottled inside, dwelling in my old flesh and broken bones. It’s either dormant or active, but regardless…it’s available.
It’s accessible to those who are secure in themselves, their God and their callings.
So today is not the day to give up, friends. It’s not the day to grow weary. Instead it’s an opportunity to rise up and pull out your sword and knock on the governor’s door. And if it takes six weeks to see him face to face, so be it.
Tell me (and be brave) what do you perceive your calling to be and just how persistent are you being?