For the second time in my life, external circumstances have brought me to find religion. I wish I could say that I am in need of a holy revelation, or even better, that I saw the Virgin Mary in a tortilla, but no. My learned readers, you probably know that I became a UU so that I could get my Eagle award from the Boy Scouts. Now I am to become a preacher so that I can wed my brother and his girlfriend.

To answer your first question, my brother has yet to pop the question. That is not what this posting is about. You should hear from my brother before you hear from me that he is getting hitched and such. We’ll reflect upon that topic some other day. Maybe I’ll have my brother guest blog and have him tell you all about it.

Today’s rumination is about this new title of mine. Colin, the Pronouncer. Shall I become a Padre, Reverend, Vicar, Cleric or just mr. vaguely enlightened? I feel that I have to have some sort of spiritual quest before my googling monkeys get back to me with all the necessary paperwork to be ordained in the state of Arizona.

So begins my spiritual quest. I wonder if there are any trains in Grand Central that go to the desert. Or perhaps since I am in a port town -- lest you forget -- maybe it would be more apropos to search for a whale. Maybe this is a good time to finish my paint by numbers Jesus.

No epiphanies yet, but I will keep you posted.