My mom’s
mother, Grace Quincy, was a soft-spoken woman who was a deeply devoted
Christian.
When I
was a young boy she said, on several occasions, “I think Danny will be a
minister someday.”
For some
reason that bothered me. I think part of what bothered me was the idea that
someone could in some way predict the direction of my life to that degree. In
fact, there was a part of me that thought: “Just because she predicts I will be
a minister I definitely will make sure that I will not be a minister.”
I was not
against God. I was not against ministers. I just did not like the idea of
someone making that type of prediction regarding my life.
Another
reason this bothered me was—I hate to say it, but this was my opinion way back
then—I thought of being a minister as something very bland. As a young boy I
did not know what I would do when I grew up but I dreamed it would be something
exciting. Something fun. Even something full of action packed adventure. Like… say…
being a ninja… or something along those lines.
Hey, what
can I tell you? That’s probably what lots of little boys hope and dream will
happen.
And, in
my thinking, being a minister was not a life of action packed adventure.
I never
told Grandma Quincy I would not be a minister. In my mind, that would have been
disrespectful and I never would have done such a thing. But I determined that I
would not be a minister.
In the
meantime, Grandma Quincy just took the matter to God in prayer.
You
already see where this is going… don’t you?
At the
age of 35, after working in the business world for a number of years, I became
a pastor of a church. For a number of reasons I won’t go into in this post, this
was a somewhat unlikely scenario. (Some would say I’m not really “minister
material.”)
The
little boy, now grown up, who said he would definitely make sure he would not
be a minister is a pastor of church.
Every now
and then when I’m sitting in my office, here at the church, I think about the
story I’ve written here for your reading enjoyment and I think, “Well played,
Grandma Quincy. Well played.”