My Own Little Inkling....

Time for a little confession here.

When my husband and I were first married, I decided to become a member of the United Church and took confirmation classes. As I was handed a notebook in which to write my thoughts, a fully-formed sentence seemed to read itself aloud in my mind: I’m going to be a minister.

It was the oddest thing that has ever happened to me. I wasn’t sure I should mention it to anyone, but that evening I told my husband.

“Did I ever tell you,” he began, “that when I was a teenager our minister told me I should consider the ministry?”

I laughed. “Was that before or after your flirtation with the military?”

The conversation ended. I pushed it to the back of my mind, where it nudged awake my memories of the story of Jonah, then slept for a almost a decade.