I have always wanted to be a doo-wop girl, a backup singer for a great entertainer, but as I get older I realize that the possibility of this happening is slim to none. I’ve made my peace with the fact that it might not happen. I have found other ways to fulfill that desire: videos, karaoke, and playing Just Dance,but I realized the other day that I had overlooked the obvious. I’m a minister. Not the senior pastor, but an associate, a staff member who supports the work of the pastor. The church has been my version of being twenty feet from Stardom. Sure from time to time like every great background singer, I get the opportunity to stand at the sacred desk, to enter the holy of holies, but I exercise my gifts and talents most often by peeking behind the veil, watching the priest, prophet, or sage do his or her thing.I’m the harmony to the melody, the descant over the verse. I’m there, present but not obtrusive, demanding very little and doing just enough so that you don’t even know I am there,but it’s apparent when I am not.
It’s an interesting place to be. I have enough talent that people want me to strike out on my own, but that’s not my calling. I support.I complement. I help. And that is enough.