Alleged anonymity (redux) and I just lost my witchy street cred

You guys are so funny. After my wank about anonymity, I heard from a friend that Google Analytics popped up with "who is just another snarky navy wife" on the friend's blog. I'm sure if you search enough, you'll figure it out. But I'm not sure why you'd want to waste that amount of time. Besides, I'm apparently not *that* cloak and dagger here - there are several people who've read two sentences and figured out who I was. Not to mention there was a time when my other blogs (with my non-seekrit identity) were hooked to this one. Anyway, if you're dying to know because you're freakishly curious (like me), just send me an e-mail. I'm too lazy to hide my name when I respond. ;)

 

Ran into an interesting issue tonight. In spite of my witchery, and because of the sprog's home schooling, we decided to become active in the local non-dogma "church." We figured our kids could use the lessons learned in a churchy environment, and we knew these folks won't burn me at the stake. Cut to three months later. We're on the church's rolls, YodaMan is performing heroics with sacred drill bits on their facilities, and I'm teaching Sunday school.

 

WTF, right?

 

Anyway. Tonight the minister came to a meeting I attended. Afterwards, he asked if he could talk to me for a moment outside. At which point he asked me if I'd like to apply to a position on the team that helps write, prepare, and/or deliver a sermon.

 

That's right. A witch. In the pulpit.

 

Now, this group is pretty damn liberal, and this one was founded by what seems to be a lot of hippies. Who are still hanging around. And give us the Stank Eye at times when the military comes up (not as in they don't support but rather they wonder if we're going to jump up on our chairs with hand-painted signs that say Glenn Beck RULEZ Obama's a Fascist Commie Czar Don't Kill the Little Baybeeeeez!!1!). They're totally my peeps but a nice chunk of them don't seem to realize this.

 

But I'm totally going for it. My witchy training is and has been for a couple of years all about the liturgy. I'm a writer, so natch I want to study how to create and employ effective liturgy. Of course this opportunity to learn how to communicate with not just a handful of other witches but a room full of intelligent and discerning brains is as daunting as it's exhilirating. I wanted to apply for it before, but they have a minimum service commitment of 3 years. And, uhhhhh, we're Grade A American Grain-Fed Bedouins of the military variety, mkay. We're not even here for another 2 years at this point. So I didn't think there was much point to getting involved, if'n you know what I mean.

 

I'm applying. Doesn't mean I'm in, but I'm applying anyway.

 

Pray for me, folks. Pray for the hippie founders who might shit their britches if they see a milspouse's name attached to the sermon. Pray for the ideas I could potentially mangle. And if I ever make it up front, pray I don't drop an f-bomb right in the middle of a sermon.