Welcome to my Wrestling Tourney

The slow moving lady in the walker was in my way, so I couldn't speed up to see Dr. Sanan, my Turkish Surgeon. He was walking into the clinic as I was pulling up to drop Bob off. Wait! Wait! Wait!

It was a good thing I saw Dr. Sanan because it was getting pretty ridiculous otherwise. I was planning my arm wrestling tournament. Me vs. Anyone involved in producing ordination barriers. Me. vs. Candidacy Committees. Me vs. Psychological Testers. Me vs. Bishops. Me vs. Bishop's Assistants. Me. vs. Seminary Advisers. Me vs. the System. Me vs. Debt. Me vs. the Liver. Me vs. Recovery. Me vs. the Disapproval Committee of This or That Irrelevancy. And I would be victorious over all of them because I am a yogi, one who practises yoga. Alert to all ordination barriers -- be afraid. I dare you to come over and arm wrestle me. I will take down all of you who deter good decent people from their pastoral call.

And like an eagle, a sign saving me from myself, my wonderful surgeon appeared. And it all went away.

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