I have read Call of the Wild a 100 plus times. I love the book. I am intrigued with the book. I lose myself in the Dog – Buck! Especially what he was going through at this particular point at the end of the story…
“Again Buck knew them as things heard in that other world which persisted in his memory. He walked to the centre of the open space and listened. It was the call, the many noted call, sounding more luringly and compelling than ever before. And never before, he was ready to obey. John Thornton was dead. The last tie broken. Man and the claims of man no longer bound him!” Then the story ends, Buck running with a pack of wolves, free…yet not to be forgotten by the Yeehats who referred to him as The Ghost Dog!
It’s the call! The call almost haunts me, it drives me, it confounds me, it sometimes frustrates me. I am ready for something, something that I cannot explain. More, different, it is not the more or different of a ministry or position, it is the more or different that I feel that something is calling to me to jump, to run, to go into a place that I have yet to encounter. I want to be used so intensely, so powerfully, so much so that I am walking the steps of scripture. I want to build a monument of lives that last for all eternity. I want to be apart of a team of men and women that run together in harmony, not frustration. I want to put a dent so big in the kingdom of hell that they cannot register what just hit them!
Have you ever been there? What fills the void that surrounds the non-fulfillment of that call? I know I am hitting you cold today, just some thoughts that invade my world right now, as I sit in an ivory tower, safe, protected, while there are people all around hearing the same call and have no idea that it is the Savior crying out, longing for them, desperate for their relationship. Wanting to have them run with HIM!
Listening to the Silent, but ever so loud Call of the King!