origins of (my) faith

Last night I went to a celebration honoring my childhood pastor’s 50 year anniversary of ordination.

He was a great minister.

I remember telling him all sorts of doubts and questions during my confirmation classes. And he encouraged it. He did not try to persuade or convince me of anything. He encouraged me to seek and find what worked for me.

I am VERY grateful to have had him be my introduction to religious authority.

Last night I was extremely weepy during the service. almost everything made me cry…not in a sad way. Just unfocussed, overhwelming emotion.

I think I understood why when I was leaving the church. As I exited and gave Rev. Doug a hug, I accidentally said, “Thank you, Grandpa.”

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