We're women, We're Ministers...GET USED TO IT.

A grave injustice has been committed by a butthead in a big hat. My sister in ministry has been obstructed from ordination and boy am I mad. I'm warming up the Texas Town Car of Justice so I can come down there and open up a can of whoop a**. Watch Bishop Butthead cuz God_guurrlll is coming to your town.

Happy Anniversary

Wow, one year of ordained ministry, it has gone by so fast. I look back on this year with all it's ups and downs and for the most part it has been a good year. Ministry is hard and easy. It is paradoxical in a lot of ways. Out of all the jobs that I have done in my life this is the work that has given me the most joy and yet this is the work that has broken my heart the most. I feel so privileged that God chose me to do God's work as an ordained minister. The song that keeps going through my head as I reflect on my year in ministry is the cantical of the turning. It is inspired by Mary's Magnificat which was the scripture that my ordination liturgy centered on.

My soul cries out with a joyful shout that the God of my heart is great,
And my spirit sings of the wondrous things that you bring to the ones who wait.
You fixed your sight on the servant's plight, and my weakness you did not spurn,
So from east to west shall my name be blest. Could the world be about to turn?

Refrain: My heart shall sing of the day you bring.
Let the fires of you justice burn.
Wipe away all the tears,
For the dawn draw near,
And the world is about to turn.

Though I am small, my God, my all, you work great things in me,
And your mercy will last from the depths of the past to the end of the age to be.
Your very name puts the proud to shame, and to those who would for you yearn,
You will show your might, put the strong to flight, for the world is about to turn.

Refrain

From the halls of power to the fortress tower, not a stone will be left on stone. Let the king beware for your justice tears ev'ry tyrant from his throne.
The hungry poor shall weep no more, for the food they can never earn;
These are tables spread, ev'ry mouth be fed, for the world is about to turn.

Refrain

Though the nations rage from age to age, we remember who holds us fast:
God's mercy must deliver us from the conqueror's crushing grasp.
This saving word that our forebears heard is the promise which holds us bound,
'Til the spear and rod can be crushed by God, who is turning the world around.

Refrain

Sunday Mornings

Sunday mornings are a bit of a conundrum for me. I am excited and nervous all at the same time. I don't preach every Sunday because I am an associate pastor, so I only preach once a month, however I am committed to participating in every worship service because I need to be visible for the sake of my specialized ministry.

I don't know why I get so anxious sometimes. I've been leading worship for many years through my internships and my former home church. Each Sunday feels like I am new to this worship leadership thing for the first time. In some ways I am because now I am ordained. It feels as if I crossed some invisible line when I had my colleagues lay hands on me and I was told that I am now ordained. In the Catholic tradition it is believed that ordination is a stain that is put upon your soul and this stain can never be washed away...unlike the stain of original sin which is washed away by the waters of baptism.

Being a clergy person feels odd sometimes. Whenever someone calls me Rev. _________, I still look over my shoulder to see if they are speaking to someone behind me, then I realize, oh my title is Rev. I wonder if new doctors ever go through this.

Anyway, I'm need to go off and get ready for Sunday Service and pray to the Holy Spirit that I remember that whatever I do this morning it is all to the glory of God.