Oh, where to begin.
Several months ago I mentioned to some friends that I was thinking about pursuing a D.Min. She thought I said “demon” and was very confused. (Perhaps she thought I was trying to become an Exorcist.)
I sent in my application in January.
And waited.
Yesterday I was talking with a friend yesterday who asked me if I had heard from Pittsburgh.
Well I hadn’t, so I called and found out that I had been accepted.
Then I realized it was Friday the 13th.
Fortunately I don’t believe in omens. Or demons. Otherwise I might be a little freaked out by the whole thing.
Meanwhile I’m just a little freaked out by the fact that I’m going back to school and remain a full-time pastor.
More later.