Counseling. That's what I told my daddy I wanted to do. But that's not entirely accurate.
I suppose ministering would be a more appropriate word to use. I want to minister to people. I know that I cannot shelter them from the storm, but I can at least huddle with them through the worst of it, simply so they are not alone. I want to help ease their fears, offer them comfort, a warm dry blanket in the middle of the downpour.
Daddy says that you can't fix people, they either deal with it or they don't.
But wouldn't it help if you simply had a sounding board, someone you could talk to, someone who didn't cast blame or claim to have all the answers?
Daddy says that not everyone wants help.
That's fine, if they don't want it, they don't have to have it, but it's there if they need it.
As odd as it sounds, especially to those who know me, I have before thought of studying theology and entering the clergy for that very reason, but I have little faith in man's interpretation of God and am not at all certain my heart is pure enough to reflect God's love.