They asked you, “Why do you want to be ordained?”
You told them, “I just want to help people.”
Mr. Nice Tolerant Guy, this is your stole.
Just like you, it makes a statement.
It says, “I believe in . . . stuff.”
Star of David? Star and Crescent? Yin-yang? Bring it on.
You can handle it all. In the same liturgy.
And you’re not afraid to wear a silk chantung chasuble, either.
Mr. Nice Tolerant Guy, this is your day. And we salute you.
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