"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.
"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.)
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.