And so despite talking about it for years, being ordained to the deaconate, and discussing dates and times, the thought that I will actually be a full-fledged priest didn't even really register until my rector sat me down and told me that I need to pick out a red chasuble and stole.
Holy shit. A chasuble. For wearing. For wearing when I do the things that priests do. To quote Liz Lemon, "What the what." So, I'm chasuble shopping for March 27th, at 7:00pm, at St. Thomas' Episcopal Parish, Dupont Circle. All--the faithful, the curious, the intrepid--are welcome.