We are continuing the series of stories celebrating our soon-to-be Reverends as we head towards the ordination weekend on Saturday 29 and Sunday 30 June. Today's story comes from Clare Marren.
How was Clare called?
God has always surrounded me with goodness, from the faith-filled sisters at my convent school to the friends and ministers who have inspired me. Most importantly my mother, constantly demonstrating God with her kindness, wisdom and values. Also, my children and family, whose loving support and understanding has been extraordinary.
I am so thankful for these blessings. In times of challenge, Christ has been present: as a doctor, teacher, friend and mentor – ensuring I have what I need. The Holy Spirit never fails to amaze me as I find myself guided through life, carried by God’s grace.
From the very first 8+ Sunday School class that I reluctantly led 18 years ago, and the calling that shortly followed, God has taken me on an incredible journey towards ordination. I have loved my time at theological college and have learned to see scripture differently. I hope that through my ministry I can help all voices be heard and encourage people to grow closer to Christ.
I have chosen Psalm 61 as I so often feel like God is protecting me – like a mother bird shelters her hens under her wings. It is my willingness to be protected and not go my own way that equips me and leads me to solid ground.
To anyone sensing God’s call, either in a lay or ordained capacity, I would suggest they explore it as it feels right, and know God is calling them because of who they are. All they need will be provided.
Crucially, I have discovered the importance of patience. Some favourite song lyrics reflect: ‘You are working in our waiting, you’re sanctifying us. When beyond our understanding, you’re teaching us to trust. God’s timing is perfect but frustrating. I have learned God will always provide but in time. If I draw close to God I find reassurance and wisdom, always discovering God is working for my goodness and God’s glory.’
Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.Psalm 61:1-4