A few years ago, on my anniversary of ordination, I searched through a few old photos and found this one from my seminary graduation, a year and a half before my ordination.
In this photo I’m wearing a stole that my mother (left) and my aunt (right) embroidered as a graduation gift. The picture was snapped at our house in Minneapolis right after the May 1989 graduation. (Geeky Trivia: Guess whose framed portrait is watching over the proceedings from behind.)
I was especially surprised by the gift of the stole since the ordination of women was a controversial subject in my world. I wasn’t entirely sure that my mother and aunt approved. Actually, I don’t think they were sure either. Perhaps they stitched their way into approval with that stole.
Don’t I look young? I was so excited to have finished seminary and be on the cusp of everything wonderful! I was pregnant in this picture. Clara, our second daughter, was born in December and by the following fall, we moved to upstate New York for my first call.
I was ordained in Penfield, NY on October 14, 1990, a ceremony I muse about here as a Kodak moment. Click over to see a photo from that event — one I don’t like to look at. I was being kind in that blogpost, written years ago! I’ve gotten bolder as I’ve gotten older, and more able to speak the truth.
I revisit my ordination in my new book, The #MeToo Reckoning. The events that followed were unexpected, and unwelcome. If you’re curious, read that chapter, for free, at the publisher, IVP. Look for the blue box like the one below.