Ordination

So last night, I served at a friend's ordination to the diaconate. It was actually pretty cool. It was only the second ordination I've been to - much smaller and therefore more intimate than last one I went to.

Two friends were ordained last night - one each from the two Anglican Seminaries in Toronto. Both these two ladies were ordained as transitional deacons, essentially implying that they will become priests within the next year or two. There are also those who are ordained as vocational deacons, because they feel they have discerned a calling to remain deacons in perpetuity.

The dean and students of both colleges were there, and there was an opportunity to socialise with friends afterward.

You know, about 10 or 15 years ago, when all my friends were getting married, I'd occasionally overhear the single bridesmaids at these functions complain, or make complimentary comments while having rather insincere expressions on their faces. I recall kind of mentally rolling my eyes when I'd here this ... Oh come on ... you know what I mean ... you've been doing the same thing since you were 14 and your old auntie was still pinching your cheeks and telling you that you're soooooo cute.

While I would hope that I'm really not that shallow, I can also now understand (in a way) what it feels like to be simultaneously happy for someone and look forward to sharing in their experience.