My fellow lay ministry student S picks me up in the driveway Friday morning for the trip to our next retreat. The retreat topics are material we've studied before, back at the beginning of our association with this program.
"So," I ask S jokingly, "when ya think they're finally gonna graduate us?"
We puzzle aloud about why we're having to re-take the same courses -- why our curriculum would be time-based, not subject-based -- then move on to other topics of discussion for the next hour.
But when we arrive at the retreat site, S asks the facilitators when we're due to graduate from the program. The facilitators tip-tap at their laptops for a few seconds.
It seems that we already have graduated. But no one knew. Well, alrighty then!
Anyway, I am now a freshly minted lay minister whose final hurdle is simply being installed in my parish. After which I'll be doing...well, the same things in my church that I've already been doing, sans portfolio.
You'd think I'd feel more graduated, out of one thing and into another. Oh, well.