This was recently posted in my online Leadership class at Carey (thanks Lauralyn). I loved it and I am glad to pass it on to you. The author goes by “David” and gives no last name, though you can find more about him on his website “The Beautiful Due.” You can also subscribe to other well-though-out poems of “differentiation.”
Maybe one of these days a little church and I will find each other.
The people there would be looking for a friend, not a leader.
I would like that, to become their friend and they become mine.
I would be willing to rustle up some encouraging words every
Sunday morning in exchange for most of the rest of my week
exercising the freedom to climb deeper into the world’s hard silence.
I would love to officiate at weddings and bless newborns. I would be
honored to say the words over those dead but held safe. I would gladly
sign on for those moments if beyond that there was really nothing to do
but take bets on the first snowfall or laze about in old lawn chairs or
cook heaps of spaghetti served with red wine for the monthly potluck.
A little church could hire me to say grace over all that. And we’d eat.