But as it is, God placed the parts,
each one of them, in the body as he intended.
I wish holiness were easier.
It just seems unfair, you know? I want to be holy, I want to be good, and I feel like my nature fights it. I’m brash and loud, I’m opinionated and confrontational. If we are all parts of one Body, I am either the heel or the ass.
My whole life I have doubted my vocation – not a particular vocation to a job or to marriage or the single life, but my vocation to ministry and discipleship. I’m so drawn to this lifestyle that I know it must be what I’m meant to do, but the doubt remains: if God wanted me to be a Good Catholic Woman, why did God make me so loud??
When I heard last night’s second reading I was reminded that God doesn’t make mistakes, that God can use all things for good. My mouthiness, my aggressiveness, my volume, maybe even my pride, all can be used for the good, and all are necessary parts of the Body of Christ.