Yesterday evening, January 14, 2009, I was in Cleveland, Ohio for a meeting of my oversight committee, the Committee on Preparation for the Ministry for the Presbytery of the Western Reserve. The purpose of my being there was to engage in a final assessment of my readiness for ordination (more precisely, readiness to be examined for ordination, pending a call from a congregation.)
I have had annual consultations with the Committee since becoming first an Inquirer, and then a Candidate for Ordination as a Minister of the Word and Sacrament (that's Presbyterian for an ordained pastor). Annual consultations allow me to describe what is happening to me in my academic and spiritual preparation ( these are not the same!) The Committee provides a sounding board, a friendly critique, and provides one of the primary mechanisms in the Presbyterian Church (USA) by which we affirm a pastor's call. Particular "callings" must be affirmed by the community of believers because we believe that we come closer to the will of the Holy Spirit when we search together.
Last night's consultation provided something of a summary look at my progress on meeting the requirements for ordination as a Minister of the Word and Sacrament. I had provided them with evidence of academic work, successful ordination exams, and the plan to graduate in May 2009. I gave them a one page statement of faith, a summary of what I believe. I provided them with a draft Personal Information Form ( Presbyterian for resume'), and some other "stuff." I also preached a sermon for them, a sermon built on exegesis of a particular passage from the Bible. (Parables of the Lost Sheep and Lost Coin)
The committee affirmed that I had done what was required and that they felt that I was ready to seek a call from a congregation! This is great news. Hip Hip Hooray!
Getting to Cleveland for this "final assessment" was an ordeal. I am taking a class this January (Pauline Theology) that meets daily from 9am 'til noon. It is a 5.5 hour drive from Louisville to Cleveland in good conditions. January 14th in the Midwest can almost never be defined as "good conditions." I left class early, at 11am, hit the rood with a sandwich lovingly prepared by Becky, and traveled to the frozen north. For the part of the trip from Columbus to Cleveland I was happy to go 50 mph, but more commonly plugged along at 35-40. Roads were very slippery, and I passed multiple accidents. My closest call was when I slowed down for two accidents, with police and tow trucks on both sides our northbound lanes. As I navigated between the two accidents, I looked up in my mirror to see a car gaining on me rapidly. The car was sideways, sliding out of control. God's grace allowed me to hit the gas and actually speed up a bit, and I avoided being rear ended by the passenger door of the car behind. Can you picture this? The good news was that they eventually regained control, and unrestrained by the experience, blew passed me a few minutes later.
I arrived with twenty minutes to spare. After 1.5 hours with the committee, I headed out, stopping for a cup of coffee with our son, Jonathan, who lives in Cleveland. About 9pm I was back on the road toward Louisville. Again, between Cleveland and Columbus 35-50 was the best possible speed. At 1:15 am I reached the north end of Cincinnati, got a room, slept a bit, and got up before 6 to finish my journey in time for my 9am class. So when I say I was certified by my committee, I also admit that I am 'certifiable" that is certifiably crazy to have done this. But again, God's grace works both days and nights, 24/7, and there is no where we can go that God is not already there.
For fun, I have attached a couple of pictures of my truck after the experience. I would wash it but it is 10 degrees in Louisville today, and going down to 1 degree tonight, so this road warrior will wear the road salt as a badge of honor until it either rains, or warms enough for a car wash!
The other picture posted today is one of a watch. This particular watch was one that had been my dad's. I wear this watch on special occasions. I wore it to my first exam at seminary. I wore during my first sermon while at seminary. I wore it during my ordination exams. I wore it when I moved from Inquirer to Candidate status in the church. And I wore it last night. In a small way, it connects my with Rev. G. Raymond Jewel, the first Rev. Jewel in my life. I am honored and humbled on these special occasions to be under "Dad's watch."
Peace and grace to you.
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