I was ordained to the gospel ministry 20 years ago today. I remember the event well. My son read scripture (he was six years old) while my daughter played in the nursery. A group of lovely, lithe teens danced a sacred dance to the tune of Simple Gifts. My husband of those years put a stole on my shoulders and blessed me. I had no idea of what I was getting in to. It was just another step of obedience on a very long journey of divine love.
At that time, the journey was mostly within the structures of church, albiet an ecumenical understanding of church. I knew absolutely nothing of other religious expressions. Some of this journey was a running from as much as a running to. But the grace of Christ has been painfully apparent in these ensuing years. What is most evident to me now is that for all the knowledge I have gained in my brain, the truest knowledge has no words and is in my heart.
I didn’t know where this ordination would lead me. I would have been terrified if I had known it meant the continual melting of all that I thought I was and thought I knew to become merely a vessel. I was like Peter in those days – anxious to prove that I would do anything for my Lord whom I was certain I loved the best. I had no materialistic asperations other than to pay the bills. I was awed with the joy of motherhood which to this day I see as my holiest calling. But I did not know that 20 years later I would find my self living on a mountainside with my ultimate spouse melting into God’s presence in a life of prayer far from home.
Ordination
March 22, 2007 by thepracticalmystic
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