So, yesterday, I made a point to go to church with Dad. I’m glad I did. He looked good. I was worried about him; although, the last time I saw him, he looked well. He's been through a lot this last year or so. He just sounded off Saturday on the phone.
OK, so this is gonna be a twofer.
We had a guest priest, Father Paul, yesterday, who was from Brooklyn. He was loud, spoke fast, and used everyday speech to deliver his message, going so far to reference an old song, “Biko” by Peter Gabriel.
One thing he said, got to me: “Sheepherders need to smell like their sheep.”
Think about that for a sec.
If we’re gonna be role models and mentors, if we’re gonna to be inspirations, we can’t do it from the sidelines. We have to get our hands dirty, be in the thick of whatever…otherwise, we’re just posers. We have to be willing to take risks, and deal with whatever comes from putting our asses out there.
It was fortifying to me.
Everybody has the potential to be an inspiration to someone…EVERYBODY. Get involved, get dirty…guide...like my dad.
Be good to each other.