Now that I took the plunge and was received into the Episcopal Church last Sunday, I can’t get over myself. Part of me feels relieved, as if I have come to rest after a long and convoluted journey. The rest of me says, not so fast. You did not come here to rest. You joined this gang of misfits because you need them and they need you–the authentic you. There is a lot of work to do.
Scary stuff for me. Commitments. Trust. Confidence that I have something to offer.
O God, come to my assistance. O Lord, make haste to help me.
We’ll talk again.