A Full Day

I had a busy day today. I spent the morning at a workshop. No, not that kind of workshop. There was no sawdust or loud machines. It was a workshop to learn how to supervise a student minister of The United Church of Canada. We have an intern minister at our church. Her name is Carla and she's absolutely wonderful. We're delighted to have her. I'm on the lay supervisory committee, along with Carla and four other women. I'm thrilled to be part of something I think is important. We're working with Carla to help her become the best minister she can be. She's learning from us. And we're learning from her. It's really quite interesting. The workshop was really called "The Toronto Conference Committee on Internship and Supervised Ministry Orientation Event." But I prefer "workshop."

We met with teams from five other churches and discussed methods and problems of supervising a student minister. We learned about the internship process and about conflict resolution. We shared stories and enjoyed a fabulous lunch.

You know, Ms J, sometimes I wonder if I might like to become a minister. But I'm reluctant to make such a huge career change at this point in my Life. I'm 47 years old. Could I return to school and get a Master of Divinity degree? Could I afford to do it? Oh man, I'm getting butterflies in my stomach even as I ponder it! Maybe I'll just keep driving a train and go to church on Sunday and sit in the pews.

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This afternoon, I went over to Cyril's house. Cy is a friend and neighbour. It was Cy who played the guitar and sang with me at church last summer. Cy had company already when I arrived. His mate, Jeff, was there. Jeff plays the guitar too. And Michelle. Michelle likes to sing. So Cy and Jeff played and Michelle and I sang. We sang Bob Dylan. We sang Buddy Holly. And The Band. And we drank beer. It was brilliant, Ms J! I hated to come home.

My Life. I'm still lovin' it! Tomorrow, it's dinner with Meagan. Maybe Dan too.

G' night, Ms J.

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