Should I not be like the experienced apostle, offering encouragement to the uncertain youth? Should I not be the one to bless the faithfulness that they received from mother and from grandmother, to summon them to bear the shame and cost?
Should I not be the one to suffer for the gospel as a herald, teacher, and apostle, bearing up despite the shame of disregard, dismissal, and distress? Should I not be the one to offer truth in sound and faithful speech to one and all?
Yet after thirty years, eleven months, and four and twenty days since hands were laid upon me, prayers proclaimed, and I was raised, now set apart, a minister of Christ, my heart still skips a beat to think that God has given power, love, self-discipline…
A poem/prayer based on 2 Timothy 1:1-14, the Revised Common Lectionary Second reading for Year C, Proper 22.