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I
felt like Mark Twain who said, “The reports of my death are greatly
exaggerated,” especially when a friend notified me of my death on the eve of All
Saints Day! I’m happy to report that I am alive and well –serving as pastor of
the United Presbyterian Church in Milford, CT while residing in New Britain, CT
with my two children (ages 8 and 13). Although many may be surprised that I am a
pastor, I am the one most surprised—for it was the last thing on my mind when I
entered college as a pre-med major.
After earning a B.A. at Hollins College in Virginia, I headed for Princeton
Theological Seminary for a 3-year Masters of Divinity degree to be a hospital
chaplain. God has a sense of humor for this Mother Seton School student majored
in Christian Education and Homiletics (thank you MSS for overcoming my
stuttering!) and this year celebrated my 20th anniversary of ordination in
parish ministry.
I owe my calling to ministry to the Sisters of Charity who reinforced the
basic tenets of the Christian faith that God is love to this non-Catholic,
Presbyterian child. I remember a MSS teacher explaining why there are different
churches: “We are all on a journey to God. Like driving to Baltimore, we all
take different routes to meet our specific needs but eventually we all arrive at
the same destination.”
I have served on various inter-faith and ecumenical councils as well as V.P.
of Pathways/Senderos for at-risk urban youth in New Britain, and have traveled
to northern Thailand for mission work. The faith-filled teachers of MSS taught
me, in words and actions, about love and forgiveness, respect and equality,
God’s sovereignty and humility in Christ. We are all beloved children of God;
and we are to love God with all our mind, heart and strength, and love our
neighbors as ourselves.
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