Six years ago at this time I began my appointment at Central United Methodist Church. I arrived expecting to serve in a traditional role of an associate pastor. I thought my professional life would look like that of so many other clergy.
Today, I returned as a missionary: wearing an anchor cross and having recently been commissioned. I stood in front of the church that shaped my faith and changed the path of my life. My hands shook with nervous energy as, like Moses, I stood, once again, on holy ground.