The Call
Sunday, October 30, 2005 at 08:51PM This is a little Dr. Suess on demand poem. Cornball....
Dear Lord I feel called to serve on a church staff
I long to follow this strange career path.
But today there are so many types of degrees
So many callings, so I’m down on my knees.
I thought I could be a youth ministry guy
But I don’t know much lingo. I’m not very fly.
I’ve never done well during sleep deprivation.
I approach middle-schoolers with extreme trepidation
I sometimes get nervous when some students clash.
And at the sound of rock music I break out in a rash.
So maybe I’m more of an administrative guy.
With classrooms and charts in the shape of the pie.
I can set up the budgets and meet with the teachers.
Order the books and flatter the preacher.
But to tell you the truth, I’m not that compulsive.
And I find all those details a tad bit repulsive.
So maybe I could do the postmodern thing.
Set up in the coffee shop and wear an earring.
But I faint in the sight of strange dudes with needles
And I’m not all that young. I remember the Beatles.
I could lead in worship and direct the choir
But with my voice I’m afraid I’d be forced to retire.
Or maybe I could serve on a ranch or resort
Or be a chaplain for a clinic or maybe a sport.
I could organize teams for disaster relief
Or talk to agnostics who have no belief
Or maybe listen to the problems of people
Be like Dr. Phil but housed under a steeple.
I could work with the kids. Now there’s a good plan
Dress up during worship time as Bible Man.
I could serve as a counselor at a summer camp
Or an extreme Christian skater catching air on a ramp.
I could develop some usable web design skills
Or help addicts start over and get them off pills
These days the options are seemingly vast
And quite more creative than they were in the past
Back then there were just a few jobs you could choose
If you felt God’s call that you dared not refuse
I know if I pray I’ll find out much faster
And if all else fails I could be the Pastor!
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