SATCO musings...

SATCO (San Antonio Taco Company) is a great local tex mex joint located conveniently directly across 21st Avenue from the Div school at Vandy. Now usually I do not post about favorite places to eat, or sleep, or anything like that, but today I realized that in the last two weeks, I have had some of the best times while sitting in the plastic lawn chairs of this place eating semi warm tex mex food wrapped in foil and served in a paper throw away boat.

The first of these two meeting was held the Thursday of Orientation at Vandy. I was sitting by myself waiting for my next meeting and in walked three other new students, also new to Nashville. As we sat there together eating our lunch and sharing in the new experiences we have each had over the past few days, and it was in that moment I realized something....I am going to be okay here. And right now, at this time in my life, I am right where I am supposed to be.

the second of these two meeting occurred today. Following morning classes two new friends of mine and I once again crossed 21st avenue and entered the well packed restaurant. While I sat there sharing chips and Queso with these two young men I realized something else....I am called to be here. And for the first time in a long time I felt the call.

Some of you may think these two statements are one in the same. I do not. You see for many years, for the past few years actually, I have been where others and myslef to some extent have told me I was "supposed" to be. I was "supposed" to be a religion major, I was "supposed' to go to seminary, I was "supposed" to stick out Candler and graduate, then I was "supposed" to take time off and get a job. But then something happened, in September of last year, I felt CALLED to apply to Vandy and this past week I was affirmed that for the first time in a long time, I was SUPPOSED to be somewhere, because I was CALLED to be somewhere!!!

I felt the CALL again, and because I am where God wants me to be right now in my life, I feel I am SUPPOSED to be there. Nashville, where I can be around those who love me. Div school where I am preparing for whatever God has in store for me. And SATCO where good conversations can happen over Queso and chips, foil wrapped tacos served in paper boats, while sitting in plastic lawn chairs waiting for class to start.