Spiritually Spontaneous

A few years ago, we had a sweet, young minister named Chuck Davis who reminded me of a cross between John-Boy Walton and a baby duckling.

Although he has been led into another calling--teaching--and they go to a church closer to their home, he and his family will still make the 20+ mile drive from Carmel to Anderson to attend services at our church from time to time.

One Sunday when he was still our minister, he was preaching and really got fired-up. I don't mean that he rolled down the aisle or anything like that, but he DID become a little more bouncy. . .but then apologized for getting carried away.

This inspired me to write the following poem:

SPIRITUALLY SPONTANEOUS

With

the suddeness

of

wild spring mushrooms

suddenly

wildly springing,

an

invisible

stump

sprouts

under the feet

of

our mainline minister

who will

later

apologize

without having anything to apologize for.