I was working on a Sunday School lesson for tomorrow focusing on the theme of calling. It's a topic I've done several times before, often selecting from one of the many biblical examples and perhaps throwing in something fun like a Bruce Almighty clip.
Anyway, I was thinking about how all the examples tend to emphasize the supernatural. Sure there are the all to human responses of denial by the 'callee', but that doesn't stop the whole experience from seeming rather unbelievable. Then I came upon this story.
I found this on NPR's Storycorp, which is just a fascinating collection to browse through anyway, but here is the story of a 9 year old that new he wouldn't reach "double digits". This strange premonition helped the last weeks of his life prepare those around him for his departure. Here is the story:
Now I don't want to say that his calling was to die or that God chooses some to die to serve a 'greater purpose' or anything like that. That road always seems to be paved with bad theology and ignored or unnaturally stinted times of mourning. Rather I just want to insert this story in the conversation to say that sometimes God can speak to us in very real ways. As if we need a reminder...