Called to follow.

Followers who were fishermen,
disciples who were just teenagers,
apostles who were arguing,
friends who misunderstood,
supporters who were women,
missionaries who were children,
witnesses who were foreigners,
believers who were doubters.
You found them on beaches,
on roadways,
up trees,
in houses,
by lakesides,
with the Romans,
in the wilderness.
But each held something
you needed for the reign of God:
a hope,
a passion,
a longing,
a voice,
an anger,
a kindness.
You have found us, O Jesus,
and called our names.
We are your latest followers
 willing,questioning,                                                      
enthusiastic,
concerned,
trusting,
worrying.
Make us your own.
So be it.