Your Wish is My Command

Get your mind out of the gutter Brotha Buck....just kidding.

Three people have accepted my invitation to ask any question they want about me
(the invitation is still open by the way). Here are my answers to the questions so far:

What is my name:
Clint Stanton Walker is my name. Stanton is also my Dad's middle name and my grandfathers middle name. Sometimes when I don't want people to really know me I say my name is Stan. I don't do it as often since people said it reminded them of Bea Arthur's ex-husband in Golden Girls.

What is my quest?:
Recently I have been thinking in terms of a personal mission statement. Here is what I have come up with.

I want to live a life of unconventional beauty in service of my Creator.

Hope that does not sound too cheesy.

What is my favorite color?

I like black, because I look best in black. But for real colors, I alternate between red and blue. Blue when I am in a mellow phase, red when I am feeling more confident.
Can you tell I think about everything through. This happens when your social life is non-existent.

When did I first called into ministry? And how did I know I was called?

When I was 18. I took a youth ministry class at Trinity College in Illinois cause I heard it was a fun, easy class. And the registrar talked me into it. After the first class I was hooked. I argued with God about whether I was adequate enough and gifted enough to do this type of work. The answer I kept getting from God...no you are not Clint, but I am able to do it through you. Everything kept shouting to me that God wanted me to enter ministry. Everytime I read the Bible, that is what it said. It seemed I would have at least one conversation a week that was totally random where people would tell me that they thought I was gifted or called for full-time vocational ministry. I finally surrendered to the call somewhere in the middle of my freshman year.

When am I going to start my own church?

I don't think I am a strong enough extrovert to get this accomplished without having a team of people I am working with. Becca's boss also has told me that I am too introverted to ever be a church planter.

Why do I believe in God?

While I struggled with the whole Christianity thing soon after accepting my call to ministry (I know sounds weird...but it is true), I don't think there was ever a time when I did not believe in some sort of God.

Atheism has never made the least bit of sense to me. My experience is that most athiests are not as much non-theists as they are just PISSED at GOD.

At this point I believe in God because God just seems so real, so alive, so present to me in everything in life. How can I look at a beautiful sunset, and think that it just came about by chance? How can I look at a beautiful woman, and not think some God up there knew what he was doing when that DNA got put together? How can I sense having a spirit and not believe that it has a source?

Like I said, believing God is like breathing. It is making sense of Christ and Christianity that was and sometimes in the real struggle.

Who is the most influential person in my life right now?

At the risk of sounding like a total weakling, my momma has always been the biggest influence on my life. Most of the time that is a good thing...sometimes it can be more challenging. But I love her regardless. She is the only person in my life that has always been there for me, and thus deserves to have a fair amount of influence. Right?

My dad is a deep thinker, independent, and an armchair philosopher, and I have a lot of that in me too. But, when you see my heart, my passion for things, my orneriness, my goofiness and "out-there"ness, those are all things I learned from my mother.

When am I going to write a book?

When I feel I have something to say, and can sound half way intelligent saying it!

Any other questions out there?