The two most significant days of my life began the exact same way – at my desk with a cup of coffee, hunched over my laptop, scrolling over emails, heading to a meeting. The day my father died and the day I went into labor both started the same way: at work.
I’ve been at the same company almost as long as I have been married. I’ve worked hard for NI and I have also played hard. Oh man have I played hard. I am pretty sure Deirdre and I closed Reed’s Piano Bar.
I met 90% of my best friends at NI. And I am not alone in this. Most people who work at NI work next to their closest friends.
I’m leaving NI, and I know I am giving up a lot. I’ve got a fun life. I live in a coveted city. I have an amazing career at an exceptional company. I have enough money to fly to Sacramento and to redo my kitchen. But all that is about to change.
I gave what I consider to be my first sermon when I was seventeen (Killer B was there!). There on a youth retreat with nature and close friends, I felt my call to ministry. I remember talking to my parents about it that evening.
At Baylor I was a religion major. Inching ever closer.
I met Husbanks and we became Methodist together. Still getting there.
I talked to BK all about my interest in ministry. I started to take classes in the evening at Austin Seminary.
I still didn’t think I was going to be a minister. Life is good! Why mess with that?
My father died. I traveled around the world for work. David asked me to give a sermon in “big church.” I managed a team. Riddles was born.
I would have been a really bad pastor before all those things happened.
I see why this didn’t happen until now.
For the past several years I have had one foot in the sacred and one in the secular. I’m finally diving in. And I can’t see the bottom. I guess that’s faith.
I want to be a pastor.
The journey begins!