Ordination

St. James Cathedral, with a banner of Pentecost flames. My college friend, Jonathan, took all these photos:

Moi.

Consecration.

With my parents.

With my brother.

Me, Aunt Ann, and former Presiding Bishop, Frank Griswold (who was also Bishop of Chicago).

Lunch at Greek Islands afterwards. You can see my aunt and uncle, my counsin, my brother and his girlfriend, my mom, my friend Alicia, Brent House chaplain, Stacy Alan, and my friend, Anna Brawley. That's my hand on the left.

There are a bunch more here, if you'd like to see more. I'm still sort of amazed to have been ordained. Deacon? Reverend? What? I served as deacon at my supporting parish, St. Paul and the Redeemer, on Sunday, which made it seem more real. And I had another job interview yesterday, which also helped. I still feel like myself, and yet, I feel responsible for more than I did before. I'm actually surprised to realize that I feel different... I'm still figuring out how to explain that, though. I don't believe clergy are holier than anyone else, but maybe our job training is just more deeply spiritual and personal than most people's. And I suppose we're invested with trust and responsibility for our communities, and for helping others in their relationships with God and with each other, and that's what makes me feel different - because I feel the weight of that trust.