In the fifteen years since then, I've met dozens of female clergy, Christian and Jewish, who have helped me reimagine who can be a pastor. A year and a half ago, a discernment committee helped me affirm what I had come to suspect: that I, a woman, had a vocation to priestly ministry.
This year, I've embraced that vocation, becoming a house-church priest.
And the other day, I received clergy apparel in the mail.
Can a woman wear a clerical collar?
I'm wearing one. The garb is the outer sign of an inner truth: I am minister, pastor, priest.
It's just clothing. But now my outside matches my inside. I'm humbled by what I see in the mirror, and I yearn to embrace all that that means for me.