I will paraphrase what our Youth Pastor, Jared Bolstridge – a wise, world-traveling, Dallas Seminary-attending, well-read theologian-in-residence – said to me after our prayer meeting Wednesday night:
“Yes, I read all your posts, but I’m gonna be honest with you…I love ‘ya, brother, but I’m usually wiping the sweat off my face, worrying about what I’m about to read.”
So, since I know he’s going to be reading this, worrying whether or not I am going to slip and say something doctrinally unsound or politically unsavory, I figured I’d write him a poem.
An ‘Ode to Jared Bolstridge
I have a Youth Pastor
A solid staff member
A reader, a preacher, a saint.
He’s a seminary student
A worker who is prudent
But a calloused Senior Pastor he ain’t.
I know he will be reading
The words I now am writing
While blotting nervous sweat from off his brow.
But fear not, dear Youth Pastor
The words that I must plaster
Will n’er give glory to a golden cow.
Wait…is it OK for a guy to write a poem for another guy? I’m confused. Wait!! If I’m “confused,” then it would be appropriate. But, I’m not that confused!
NOTE TO SELF: For future reference, never write a poem for or to another guy, only about him.