Staying with the personal note, as of today I have been an ordained minister for 20 years and a day …
I became a minister because of a very sad event in my life—the death of my son. I was doing my best to join the world again after he died when I sighed to a friend on the phone, “Oh well, I guess I can always be a minister ….”
She jumped on it and exclaimed, “Oh, for God’s sake, just do it already!” (Apparently, I’d been saying it for years and hadn’t heard myself.) So I did. Within a few months, I was in Seminary.
The most fun fact I can share about me being a Rev. Dr. is that my wonderful Jewish grandmother, Mimi, was prouder of me than anyone. I quote, “My granddaughter, the doctor.” Between you and me, I think she often left off the Rev. part.
Anyway, I’m so glad I became a minister. It’s shaped my life and my growth, so on this anniversary—a Latin word meaning returning yearly—I give thanks to all those who have allowed me to minister unto you.
Here’s to at least 20 more!
Seeds XIV, 42