This week I'm celebrating the anniversary of my baptism (28 years) and my ordination (15 years). My baptism can rent a car and my ordination can get a learner's permit, so some reminiscing felt in order.
To prepare for baptism, I got a new outfit at Walmart. It was peach, white, and light blue and had a matching peach bucket hat (I blame Ug from 'Salute Your Shorts'). The outfit was important to me because we were baptized in our plain-clothes. I'm a robe-wearing baptizer now, but I like the idea of a plain-clothes baptism—that we die to our regular, 24/7 bucket-hat wearing selves.
Making a profession of faith was a big deal to me. It wasn't a brave decision; I grew up in the buckle of the Bible Belt (!), but it did feel weighty. I now know this initial faith decision was preparing me for the next weighty decision 14 years later: Ordination to gospel ministry. Knowing no examples of ordained women growing up, I could've scarcely imagined participating in the laying on of hands, much less receiving them.
Making a profession of faith was a big deal to me. It wasn't a brave decision; I grew up in the buckle of the Bible Belt (!), but it did feel weighty. I now know this initial faith decision was preparing me for the next weighty decision 14 years later: Ordination to gospel ministry. Knowing no examples of ordained women growing up, I could've scarcely imagined participating in the laying on of hands, much less receiving them.
But look at God.
15 years of Christian vocational ministry feels like the right amount, with 3 distinct seasons of serving the Lord. Each year has been weighty and joyful, full of challenge, fun, doubt, celebration, beauty, and friendship. I am grateful.
My ordination was joyful, but again—weighty. I have a distinct memory of feeling the heaviness of friends' and family's hands on my head. What an apt picture of ministry! So then, having graduated with my Master of Divinity and having survived the ordination council of Calvary Baptist (!), I was then as ready as I could be to begin at Memorial Baptist in Arlington, VA.
15 years of Christian vocational ministry feels like the right amount, with 3 distinct seasons of serving the Lord. Each year has been weighty and joyful, full of challenge, fun, doubt, celebration, beauty, and friendship. I am grateful.
The most meaningful moments of ministry have been those when I am completely, 100% dependent upon God in the thin places between heaven and earth: Praying with hospice patients, cradling newborn babies and blessing them, singing with beloved friends in the ICU, sitting with church members as they mourn or doubt, baptizing adults and children new to faith, preaching my own fears and joys.
In this season, I'm working on relying on God more; for that's when the weight provides meaning instead of stress. It's taken awhile to learn this. I still have much to learn, and yet miraculously God gives me opportunities to shepherd those along the way in my current role. I am still surprised when ministers and friends, often older and wiser, ask for guidance. It is humbling and weighty and joyful.
I am grateful today for family, friends, and mentors who teach me about Jesus and light the way. My parents, brothers, and sisters-in-law are dear to me, and bend over backwards to support and love me. Thank you. Thank you to all the churches who've been part of my journey. Each one has blessed me: Beaver Dam Baptist (KY), Faith Baptist (KY), Calvary Baptist (TX), Memorial Baptist (VA), Scottsville Baptist (VA), and Church at Clarendon (VA).
And most importantly, thanks be to God.
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