As I continue my quest to attend Moody Bible Institute, I filled out a form this afternoon to apply for my “Practical Christian Ministry”. A PCM is exactly what it sounds like; practically living out Christian life and service in a real-life experience. Youth group leader, AWANA teacher, tutor, soup kitchen server, etc. They’re all PCMs.
I wrote my full name, address, date of birth and gender neatly on the lines provided, then encountered a question that gave me pause. The words “Future Ministry Goals” stood proudly on the left side of the form, with exactly one line of space after it, where I could write whatever I desired, as long as I printed legibly.
“Wait, Mom, they want my ‘Future Ministry Goals’!” I exclaimed to my mother, who was working on the computer in the other room. She offered a one-liner about taking care of lots of children, and I considered writing her exact words on the form, but decided not to plagiarise my mother’s take on my Future Ministry Goals.
I flipped to the second page, where I exed myself out of try-outs for the men’s and women’s choirs, returned to the first page and watched myself write, “Serve children and youth internationally through foster care and orphanage ministries” on the “Future Ministry Goals” line.
And it’s true, that is exactly what I want to do. Foster mothering, adopting, working at an orphanage, helping other people adopt; God knows the specifics and I’m not picky. But I am looking forward to what God has planned for me.