Who Moved My Cheese?
"The cheese is gone, someone came in and stole the cheese."
I looked at Sheralee unsure what this sentence might actually mean as it was not the one I anticipated coming out of this woman's mouth. Sheralee had found our church recently and was becoming a lovely and regular fixture after having been a bit gun-shy after the hurtful collapse of a church plant she was committed to years ago.
I wasn't expecting her to say "someone stole the cheese" for at least two reasons: 1) Everyone else was saying "congratulations," as this was, after years of study and examination and hoop after ecclesial hoop, my ordination into the office of Word and Sacrament ministry in the ELCA, my Lutheran denomination. 2) After a long, beautiful and very HIGH CHURCH ordination service, I was starving and really looking forward to some sliced Swiss that I just knew was waiting for me and my guests downstairs at St. Paul Lutheran church in downtown Denver.
Instead, both platters of sliced cheese that my community had painstakenly arranged in precious little spirals had been stolen during my ordination, along with one of the vegetable trays. The thing is