So my dad, in his sarcastic way he says things, proclaims to a co-worker that I am a minister and that I had been asked by my brother to marry him and his fiance (now wife).
About 10 years ago I signed up online to become an ordained minister. Crazy, huh. You know kinda like in that episode of Friends where Joey is going to officiate the wedding of Monica and Chandler because he was ordained online.
Anyway, so my co-worker Irma then says, “you’re a minister?
“so what are the requirements.”
“Not much. You just kinda sign up.”
“Yep. It’s kinda like becoming a journalist. Just grab a pen and a notebook and boom… you’re a journalist.”
“So they don’t do like a background check?”
“Man, that’s scary.”
“Well yeah, I mean… anyone could be a minister. Anyone could just sign up like you know like a child molester or a rapist or you know someone… someone who isn’t right.”
“yeah, you know like anyone who does bad things.”
“Hm. Yeah I guess so. Kinda makes you wonder who ‘they’re” just letting go out be a minister.”
I’d hate to think that child molesters (several priests), guys who just aren’t right (David Koresh) and just anyone (Ted Haggard) could be a minister. That would be terrible.