Half of the two people who read this blog already know what the last post was about, and the other half is clever enough to prise it from between the lines of my half-asleep rambling.
But to be clear:
Sunday, my new Pastor, who is played by Vin Diesel in the movie adaptation of my life, announced that three weeks hence, a recruitment officer of some sort would be showing up and having a talk about careers in church work. Seems the LCMS needs pastors and other various peoples.
I have, from time to time, toyed with the idea of a theological or philosophical degree. I really would like to have one. I just don’t know what I’d do with it. The best use for the education I want is to become a pastor. But I’ve always been leery about becoming a pastor.
Leery, but intrigued. I didn’t go to Oak Hills for no reason.
So, I resolved to attend said meeting out of sheer curiosity. And, having made that resolution, I promptly forgot about it.
‘Till after Bible Study, when one of the men of the church pulled me aside, told me that I should attend that meeting and really, really think hard about maybe becoming a pastor. He also told me that my church would find a way to pay for it, should I head out for Seminary.
I haven’t been able to sleep since then, really. I can’t stop thinking about it. ‘Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, etc…
You know I’m passionate about a lot of bits of theology that get swept under the rug these days. I didn’t join up with the synod I joined due to their lack of will to back someone up if his doctrine is sound.
I was there for Rev Diesel’s ordination. There was nothing objectionable in the ceremony. It was doctrinally sound as a mountain of fused anvils. The few little points of difference I have with the LCMS official stance were not on the list of things sworn to. It was just the Bible, the Creeds, and Concordia.
To have a way to reach out to the Body of Christ and inject a couple of fitful bursts of logic into the stream of emotionalism (don’t cross the streams!) How many times have I asked for that? And now that it is on the table, how can I not look with suspicion towards the Heavens, and wonder if God is not double-dog-daring me to put my money where my mouth is? Or my mouth where his church is.