It's poetry time again.
I don't want to explain this one, other than to say there is a culture in some churchy-circles that I don't like - most specifically because I've seen it reflected a little bit in myself. I've heard it elsewhere too: backstage with sound-guys; in facebook posts, and overheard attitudes of people in conversations which make it seem like they're centred in completely the wrong place, given what they do. This will either make no sense at all to you, or perhaps you'll get what I'm talking about. I'm not going to explain it here. Ask me about it when you see me.
Every stage presents a challenge - I wish I'd known that years ago.
The Celebrity Worship Leader
Clutching a coffee, flick of the hair
Folder of songs in a stylish affair
Beat-up guitar case, glittering smile
Trendiest clothes in the church by a mile
Boots on stage while he chats to the guys
Ladies who swoon at his perfect blue eyes
He winks at the sound-man, smiles at the band;
Celebrity worship, celebrity brand
Picks out the songs that he wrote on the beach
With the difficult chords and the big vocal reach
Closes his eyes and he strums the guitar
Dreaming of stages and concerts afar
Dreaming of playing to thousands of fans,
He cries on the stage and he flings wide his hands
And through every motion, he sings and he plays
Celebrity worship, celebrity praise
But deep in his heart is a truth he must know
That worship has only one Place it can go
And one day he'll realise in broken despair
That all his celebrity disappears there.

Amen.
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