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.
-J-
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