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Day eighty six; Service, leadership and anger

07 Jun

 

 

I have been thinking about service.

Am I a servant?

When I am angry, who am I serving?

Most times I am angry, it is because I think I have not been served.

I have not received what I feel I am entitled to…

Respect, gratitude, recognition, an apology.

 

I rarely serve.

When I do something for others it’s not because I am serving them, it’s because I am serving my own need to be helpful, or to forgive, to to somehow, pay for my sins.

 

I have an uncle whom I respect very much, who until recently was the Attorney General of Kenya.

He is an extraordinary person.

Everything about him revolves around service. It drives him.

My own father was the deputy director at UNEP.

He was an extraordinay person.

Everything about HIM was about service.

 

Me?

I ask myself…am I an extraordinary person?

Do I serve my work, the people I lead, my God?

Do I serve anything at all?

 

“Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God, so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him. He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, ‘Lord, are you going to wash my feet?’ Jesus replied, ‘You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.’” (John 13:3-8)

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Posted by on June 7, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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2 responses to “Day eighty six; Service, leadership and anger

  1. julespaige

    June 8, 2012 at 21:34

    I’ve seen your face before my friend… Hmm I think those are a line to some song. Anyway – each word you write is a service, a prayer, a commitment, a connected-ness to all poets. We gift and receive strength from each other – to another 100 days!

     
  2. Paula Tohline Calhoun

    June 9, 2012 at 05:18

    You have served me in ways you will never know nor understand. I think one of the hallmarks of a servant is that the true servant does not know that s/he is a servant.

     

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