I’ve Decided That I am a Pastor. Celebrate me. Or Else.
All this transgender talk in the news has really got me thinking about what I am. What is it that I am supposed to be? Was I born right? Am I really living the way I think I should be? Am I being true to myself? Am I even using the right bathroom?
Have you heard about that transgender man-woman-dragon who cut its ears and nose off and had horns implanted in its head and has had scales tattooed over its body? It has requested to be called “it,” so I am not being disrespectful by calling it an it. It believes that when it was born it should have been a dragon…
I wonder what bathroom it uses, or can it go on the lawn?
And it is being celebrated by the left for being true to itself.
Well that settles it.
If it can be a transgendered mystical creature, and be celebrated, I have decided that I am going to be a pastor. That is respectable right? The left may not get it, but the right will. I mean, at least most of you would expect that of me, I have mentioned it in past posts…so I am going to be pastor.
No, not in 5 or 6 years…
Not after a seminary education…
Not after receiving a call…
Not after being ordained…
I feel that I was born as a pastor, and no one can tell me otherwise. It is time to embrace who I am. I know that some of you will hate me, and not accept me, but you are all bigots if you think that. I will come to your church and if you don’t let me preach, I will cry harassment, and prejuduice, and go the human rights tribunal…
Oh and while I am at it, I think I am Korean.
I am a pre-seminary, pre-calling, pre-ordination, pre-op, pre-cultured, pre-london-baptist confession-catechized, transgendered, transvocational, transethnic, transdenominational, transconfessional, Korean, Woman, Baptist, Pastor.