First, I want to thank my friend Pee for initiating me into the ancient and arcane rites of blogging. I feel immensely blessed that he was here to share his wisdom and insights with me. On the other hand, I am not always so grateful to his spouse, Es, who is responsible for getting Michael and me into this situation in the first place. Come to think of it, she got Pee into this situation too. Good thing we all love her dearly.
Last spring, she confided in me that she was going to be going to New Zealand, to visit a friend of hers. I was pleased for her--then she mentioned that she was going to have the opportunity to preach there, and I thought she was nuts---a vacation, and you have to preach...ye gods, woman are you mad? (rhetorical question, I already KNEW the answer). Then the penny dropped, the woman was going to preach for call.. Yep, and didn't she just get a job, and didn't she just then say---they are still looking for more priests...So the early part of May, I am rushing around getting my CV ready, my referees lined up (I made her help, and she did, bless her little pink socks), then sending out information to a diocese in New Zealand, not the same as hers, but one only a few hundred miles away.
