Here at one year past my ordination,
Seventeen years, five months past my calling,
Twelve years into full-time obligation,
Celebrating fourty-four years’ stalling,
On my second church and my fifth career,
Sixth hometown, the plot begins to thicken.
It’s not that I jobhop or fail to steer;
I’m not adventuresome, just no spring chicken.
Some seventy-six sermon videos,
Going on six-thousand I’ve delivered.
Riding high in my second rodeo,
Trying hard to keep my arrows quivered.
Though too much to learn and nothing to teach,
God help, says Paul, I can’t choose not to preach!
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