Valentine’s Day with a Twist
Yesterday, on the National Day of Love, I took my ministerial vows. I am officially an ordained minister with the International Metaphysical Ministry (IMM). This, in conjunction with my Bachelor’s degree in Metaphysical Science (B.Msc.), is my personal commitment to Love. It was a poignent day to make my commitment and, if you want the inside scoop, an anniversary that will be easy to remember. The big question is: what the heck do I do now?
Over the course of the last week or so, I have found myself teetering back and forth between thinking I had clarity and doubting my vision about what comes next. The Bible instructs that a man without vision will perish. Earl Nightingale, in his speech The Strangest Secret, likens a man without vision to a ship without a captain and crew. He says if it gets out of the harbor at all, it will undoubtedly end up shipwrecked someplace else. With all my doubts, I have definitely felt like a shipwreck and because tears don’t do much for makeup, not been far from looking like one as well.
I remember years ago, as a young wife and mother, being totally overwhelmed by the vast amounts of housework. I wanted to clean. I knew I needed to clean, but sometimes it felt like the work piled up in a sinister plot against me all of its own accord. The only way I ever managed it was by starting in one corner and staying focused on that one corner until it was done then moving around the room. Thank God I didn’t live in a round house or I would have been screwed. Anyway, as a new minister, I have decided to do the same. This is my corner… my one little corner of the world and whatever is to come begins here.
Wish me luck, say a prayer or tell me to “break a leg”. Is there even a phrase for new ministers? Man, I have a lot to learn!
Originally written and published February 15, 2019.