Someone gave me this poem. It sounds like a Social Club but if you change the word “president” on the second line to “pastor” it would sound a lot like a church.
What is the Value of One Member?
Ten little members standing in line,
One disliked the president, then there were nine.
Nine ambitious members offered to work late;
One forgot his promise, then there were eight.
Eight creative members had ideas good as Heaven.
One lost enthusiasm, then there were seven.
Seven loyal members got into a fix;
They quarreled over programs, and then there were six.
Six members remained with spirit and drive;
One moved away, then there were five.
Five steadfast members wished there were more;
One became indifferent, then there were four.
Four cheerful members who never disagree,
Till one complained of meeting, then there were three.
Three eager members, what to do?
One got discouraged, then there were two.
Two lonely members, our rhyme is nearly done;
One joined a bridge club, then there was one.
One faithful member was feeling rather blue;
Met with his neighbor and then there were two.
Two earnest members, each enrolled one more;
Doubling their numbers, and then there were four.
Four determined members just couldn’t wait,
Till each won another, then there were eight!
Eight excited members signed up 16 more;
In another six verses, there’ll be a thousand twenty-four.
Please don’t get the idea we are here to simply sign up new members. But we are “Ambassadors for Christ.”
We are told to “make disciples.” Invite someone to church this Sunday.
With Much Love,
Pastor Mark
