On A Limb with Claudia

“What are you saying?”

“What do you mean?” She said.

“You just said something that sounded like you want me to perform your wedding,” I said.

“I did?”

“Actually, that would be great,” her fiance said. “Would you mind?”

“Would I mind what?” I asked.

“What you said,” he replied.

“What did I say?” I asked.

I look across the half eaten basket of corn chips to see that she’s crying into her cheese enchiladas.

“I just never thought of it. It’s dumb, I know, but it never occurred to me.”

“What?” I asked.

“Well, you know,” she said.

And that’s how I became a Reverand.

I wasn’t called by God.

I didn’t wake up one day and decide that I would like to perform weddings.

I didn’t spend a lot of money on a costly theological education.

I didn’t even do it to get in good with my mother-in-law. (She actually likes her zipper challenged preacher son-in-law.)

Nope.

I had this conversation with a bride and a groom, then spent three minutes on-line at the Universal Life Church.

You can call me “Rev”.

I think it’s going to be fun.

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