So far,
In such a short duration,
Growth measured in moments not meters
Who will I be
When I reach this my formation,
I’ll learn in the words and faces,
Nods of encouragement from the congregation,
Ministerial poise,
I am learning
Growing the muscle of a human heart
In ways I never knew possible,
Stretching and strengthening the tissue and sinew
To engulf the needs of others,
The tears and fears,
Joys and triumphs,
Bittersweet memories
Tag: Reverend
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To Grow a Minister
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Formation
Formation is being the adult you always admired, but never thought you could be .
It is developing figurative muscles you didn’t know lay under your skin.
It is grasping a colleagues hand in solidarity, knowing you are both invested in this same, shared process.
It is singing Woyaya and understanding the meaning, despite not knowing the language.
Formation is bringing the you, that was always meant to be into fruition.
Baby steps that climb you up the mountain.
One foot at a time.
This is Formation, left, right left.
Rev. Vanessa Titang 