O come let us sing unto the Lord;
let us heartily rejoice in the call to ordained vocation
Let us come before his presence with our sister Cathy;
and show ourselves glad in her with psalms
For Cathy is a great scholar;
and, although her name is not Hermione Granger, Cathy is the smartest witch of her age;
Cathy has served the Church in many and diverse ways,
being Senior Warden not the least of her tasks
Through thick and thin Cathy has been a rock,
and wielder of the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch!
Yea, verily, we say unto you "We're not dead yet!"
Very much because of Cathy's love of God and SPOTH.
However when God (also known as God's agent, Father Mark) called to her:
"Cathy, resistance is futile!"
She set aside the plugged-up plumbing. The leaky roof. The bat nests. The filling of the
candle trees. The waving about of smoke *cough cough*. And cried out, "Not on your life!"
After much inward dialogue and groaning and gnashing of teeth,
Cathy fell to her knees on the tasteful Persian carpet gracing the sanctuary and said, "Okay. Maybe."
Now with airplane ticket in hand, books packed--well, p'rhap at least sorted,
She is ready to get into Dodge.
There in New York, she will find Father Chers by the incense boatload,
Outfitted by Grace Vestments, Almy, and the *bow* venerable Wippel!
Not to be out-done, SPOTH will grandly vest her, in the sacred and tasteful gold lamé array,
When she returns home to be priested.
And so dear Cathy, we send you forth to sign the ancient ledger of membership into The
General Theological Seminary *sanctus bells*. May your name never be expunged for heresy!
Take with you our love and prayers;
And be the priest God intends you to be
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son,
and to the Holy Ghost
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
World without end. Amen. Tra-lala-la.