This is a link to an article written shortly after I arrived at Grace Church, Oxford MA . There are a couple of minor errors, e.g. I was six not “barely 12” when I first felt called to the priesthood (in a Roman Catholic Church, no less!), but overall Amanda Roberge did a great job telling this story. I’m adding it to this site mostly so that I don’t lose track of it as I settle into a new call, another step on this wildly and weirdly wonderful journey.
I post this from my office at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church in Millburn, NJ. My husband and I, along with our kids (in the ways young adult kids move when they are connected to college and graduate school and the Peace Corp) moved to Millburn three weeks ago and I began working at St. Stephen’s two weeks. There is so much to say, though, because there is still so much to do to get settled in the rectory and in my ministry with these beautifully faithful and generous people, what I will say is that my heart is once again filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I am so fortunate to be able to live. God is indeed good, or, as my seminary colleague Cathy C. and I like to say, “Life is good. God is gooder.”
