On Stretching Out and Falling Down
God seems to think it's fun lately to scooch me out of my comfort zone a little. And that saying, "Pride goes before the fall..?" Yeah. This is a little about my last two months. No. Cap. On May 10th, I was ordained as an Elder in the Church of the Nazarene. The vocab is confusing for some, because different churches have different meanings for the word Elder. Basically, it means I can now be called Rev. Williams (but seriously, you don't have to call me that), and that I could potentially be hired as a lead pastor of a Nazarene Congregation. It also means, for me, the culmination of about 6 years of classes through Nazarene Bible College, four yearly interviews for a district licenses, a weekend at Point Loma for psych tests, classes, and meetings, many lunch conversations with my mentor, a big interview with the district's credentials committee, and a dinner conversation with our GS. And it means that those hard-to-define tugs in my grade-school-self's hea...