My wife will be ordained as an Episcopal priest this week. That will be a symbolic act representing the end of a period of discernment, from when she first heard a voice tell her to head in that direction. Actually, she has just reached a milestone along a path that winded well into the future. As a priest of a church she bears the responsibility of protecting a flock; and she knows that will probably leave her some battle wounds, ones well worth it. I commend my wife for her efforts to serve Christ.
My wife and I met because we were going the same way, from different perspectives. My wife has lived with and supported my seeing Nostradamus as a prophet of Christ. When she went to seminary for three years, I went to seminary too. Now that she is about to be officially ordained, everyone praises her efforts. Meanwhile, I struggle to find anyone who cares about what I have to offer.
On the eve of this special occasion, I feel sad that there is a rejection of anyone who takes the path cluttered with thicket and thorns, rather than the one wide, paved, and well lit. Every central goal is surrounded by 360, three-dimensional degrees. I pray other like me are not branded fools and rejected simply because God called them to take the hard road to travel.
Copyright by Robert Tippett.