The Day Cometh

What day you may ask (as if people actually read this blog-I know, I read my blog stats)?  On Friday at 1:00 several pastors from the intermountain area will gather together to listen to me wax eloquent in Theology and other saintly discussions only to then tie me to the totem pole and lash away.  Now, if I were speaking face to face with those reading this, you would be able to tell by my usually cheery smile and tone of my voice that my tongue is firmly planted in my cheek.  However, the fact remains that my doctrine is to be questioned this weekend by a panel (also called The Council) of Godly men.  At first I thought “Hey, Spurgeon was not ordained, I guess I am in good company.”  But after many prods and pokes by my good friends, I decided that it would be okay to subject myself to the intense gaze of men who are twice my seniors (mentally, physically, or both) for a public ordination.  I am looking forward to it though;  I am not expecting any questions since my four page doctrinal statement is sound and in need of no clarification or questioning (once again, can you hear the tongue in the cheek?).   So this Friday, if you think of it, say a short prayer for me.  If you didn’t notice I tend to cover fear with silly rambling.  I guess the good news is that Carter gets to see his Grandma and Grandpa J. for a whole weekend.