My Dad is a preacher. My Granddad was a preacher. My Great Granddad was a cowboy who liked to preach. I don't reckon I can get away from it, so I might as well just get it out of my system.
Because of the growing number of requests to perform "Cowboy" wedding ceremonies, I've bit the bullet and become an ordained minister of the Gospel. It don't change nuthin', other than bein' able to marry and bury folks according to the law of the land.
My ordination is through Evangelistic Messengers Association, International.