Trials of Ordination

I got ordained yesterday.

I forsook ordination years ago.

But I got ordained yesterday.

When I was in Seminary, I decided to not pursue it for numerous reasons.

I needed to deprofessionalize my faith.

I needed to traverse the desert that my faith life had become (and continues to be).

I needed more than the purely political function Protestant ordination confers.

I needed the liminal moment of ordination to carry greater weight.

I needed to deconstruct, to distance, to disrupt, to disavow, to ditch God.

I needed out of the parish-centric mentality that surrounded me.

I needed, in good Protestant fashion, to protest.

I got ordained yesterday.

I forsook ordination years ago.

But I got ordained yesterday.

When faced with a requirement of the State, I decided to pursue it for numerous reasons.

It has no professional association whatsoever.

Deserts can put things in perspective.

It is a purely political function in response to a purely political need.

My liminal moment was not where the weight lay.

I need to construct, draw near, irrupt, vow, and stitch God.

There is no parish involved.

I needed, in good religious fashion, to bind.

I got ordained yesterday.

I forsook ordination years ago.

But I got ordained yesterday.

My co-officiant for a wedding did not feel welcome nor safe to come to my country.

The profession of his faith scares the State.

My spiritual ecology is a surd of my environment.

Xenophobic politics are purely (mal-)functioning.

This, this liminality, utilitarian and without ceremony, is nothing.

God has/is/will destruct, present, erupt, fidelity, and bitch.

So that we may not perish. That I may absurd.

I needed, in good Christian fashion, die to myself to find myself.

I got ordained yesterday.

I may (not) get Ordained someday.

But I got ordained yesterday.