Louise Codrington-Marshall's story You may say that it’s the oddest thing in the world to be called. How in the world would one know that one is being called to be a priest? Well, I grew up in a very religious household, so I knew immediately that being in any sort of religious order was not for me!   When people said, ‘Hey, you’d make a great priest,’ I’d say. ‘Me? No way!’.      I went through years of denial, running far away. Having conversations with God, asking, ‘Are you crazy?’ Evidently God wasn’t crazy, but just kept sending messengers over and over again, until one day I said, ‘Enough... OK, God, I give up. Whatever is your will I will follow. What would you have me do, Lord?’   The answer came the next day when my parish priest asked me to consider discerning my calling. I prayed, ‘Now, look—if you want me to do this, God, you’re going to have to equip me, somehow.’    It was mind-blowing. I felt the Holy Spirit stirring inside me, to follow this God-led journey.     There was no shortage of people coming forward to encourage me, give me guidance and support me. It was incredible: my whole congregation were part of my discerning process—they would hold special services, pray for me and feed me both spiritually and physically. My priest was brilliant, inspiring me with supervisions on theology.    I completed my training in Cambridge at a theological college called Westcott House, where I was totally submerged in the learning process. It was amazing.    I would have to say that the thing which I find both daunting and at the same time awesome is the privilege of participating in the intimacy of humanity as part of God’s mission here today.