I am an agent of change.
Who
doesn't
like
change.
There. I've said it. There. I, uh, feel the same. Thought it would feel differently, you know? Like, well, asking for forgiveness and feeling washed clean and such. Thought if I just let it fly, let that notion out there, people would see me differently, act differently toward me, feel differently about me.
But, no. Not really. Because, it seems to me this fine morning, most folks who have come in contact with me, especially my dear wife, already know this to be true.
I see myself as an agent of change, 008, license to chill.
Oh, I talk a great change game. I am old, but think young, I pride myself in thinking. But when real young, not the kind that I want to talk about but not actually live because I simply can't, what with being old and all, when real young comes to me and acts, well, young, I can't quite take it. Songs I don't know well; music styles I've not experienced; new ministry methods that show clearly I won't be in control any longer. This stuff is enough to make my head go poof.
Because
I am an agent of change.
Who
doesn't
like
change.
I get that people don't want to change. I get that people don't want to be different. I get that things that we're used to are things that we are used to, and therefore change would mean doing things we're not used to. Man, oh man. I get that. I just never dreamed I would be so darn uncomfortable with it.
It's like my chair. The chair. THAT CHAIR. It's not all that fancy or pretty, but it is mine and it fits my, er, situation perfectly after all these years. But if I were to go in search of a new chair, it might not fit at all. It would be clumsy to start with. It would be for lack of a better word ... DIFFERENT. And that wouldn't be all that great to begin the rump-ish transition from old chair to new chair, from used to to DIFFERENT.
Because
I am an agent of change.
Who
doesn't
like
change.
Now, in my defense. I do like change. I just don't like going through it.
I don't want to do the exact same things each week, and I change little bitty pretty ones, but I strongly prefer to know what it is I'm doing so therefore I like a routine. I just like to establish my routine and do my routine and if that means being against change then you simply don't understand me.
There. Said it. I strongly suspect YOU don't understand ME. That's the ticket. Yep. Yes, sir. What I really, truly, really, really mean is
I am an agent of change.
Who
doesn't
like
change.
Oh, I make fun of those folks who have made what used to be into an idol. Yes, sir. They're something. They worship at the feet of yesterday and have an altar set up to yesteryear and through it all they collect stuff and horde stuff and, and, and, they HATE CHANGE. Yessir. They are incapable of changing. That's them. That's not me, you see, for I am an agent of change. I am different. I am unusual, certainly, but I am an agent of change.
Harold Wilson once wrote that the only human institution that rejects progress is the cemetery.
Ol' Harold was an agent of change, which is what I'm touted to be.
Somewhat seriously, here is the real truth this morning. If you are through with change, you are through. That's a certainty.
Governments, change. Churches, change. Styles of worship, change. People, change. Or they all crumble like stepped on Oreos. And what a loss stepped on Oreos are. An agent of changeeeeeeee is what we all need.
It's not a short period of turmoil, it's a long period of growth we seek. That's what agents of change are about. Even those who don't like change, but understand it's potential, it's promise, and it's power.
That's me, on my best days. On my worst...
I am an agent of change.
Who
doesn't
like
change.
My realization is if this continues, the only change made will be a replacement for me. Long term or short. Change is inevitable. We can catch the wave or we can drown.
I am agent of change. 008. License to thrill.
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