Vocation can sometimes be a very difficult word for me. Its root lies in the Latin vocare, ‘to call’. It is God’s call upon us and upon our lives.
Just over three years ago, I finished my A-levels. At that time, I had a fairly ‘normal’ life plan in my mind: go to university, study for three years, graduate, get a job, and so on. It is worth saying that I didn’t know what job I wanted when I did graduate, but I still had three years to decide that, I thought. Like many of my friends, I left leafy Cambridge, where I had grown up, to study at university.
I started my degree in theology at Durham University in the autumn of 2014, quickly making new friends while still keeping in touch with old ones. Up to the summer of 2016, though, I think it is fair to say that while I had experienced things that would seem God was calling me to serve in the Church, I ignored or suppressed thoughts and feelings about vocation.