Just past the second anniversary of my passage into the world of agnosticism, I took time over the weekend to reflect on a few of the things I was, and in some ways still am, supposed to be. While some kids were supposed to be lawyers, or politicians, or doctors…
I was supposed to be a missionary.
I was supposed to be ordained.
I wasn't just supposed to have a minister's license—I actually did.
And most of the things which appealed to me then about the ministry are still, two years later, stubbornly rooted deep in my identity. The humble minimalism, the call to peace and reflection, the craving to mediate and enable restoration, the silent burden of the wise—these flames still glow to beckon the capricious moth of my soul.
