Glue
That social glue's the norm
For churches in a storm –
A social contract tight –
Disturb it – they will fight.The clergy have their place
So they allow him space;
Two chairs for him abide –
One chair to place his hide.The other is for when
He visits back again;
He must not interfere
With things which they hold dear.They know he soon will go,
And secrets he will know,
So give to him a place,
Lest they should know disgrace.Two years it takes her so,
Before to him they show
Their struggles and their sins,
And let him enter in.That's if he has their code;
If not, he hits the road;
Five digits work, or four,
To open up their door.It has to be that way,
At least, that's what they say;
Intruders to the group
Are kept out of the loop.It's all about the way
They live from day to day:
"How we live out our lives;
What like, and what despise."All cultures, groups, and kin,
Guard entry to within;
Defend their borders tight,
Of course – it is their right."It's how we all elect
To pause and genuflect
To values of one type –
Be sure to get that right."To find the rest of code,
Look for the mother lode –
Just push for minor change,
Some aspect rearrange.Alert to how they act,
The code lies in the fact
Their ways peculiar are –
Ask "Why" – it takes you far.Not "Why you will not change?"
But "Why you act so strange?"
For "Ways" consistent be,
Code didgets there to see.Tell not their precious code;
Speak to its mother lode;
Respect it's strong taboos;
For then you'll speak Good News.So Bruchko got their code:
Fear – such their mother lode;
He fed the Gospel in,
New life he let begin.Code is the part you'll need,
Then you can help indeed –
Peace bring into their hearts,
New life in Christ impart.So freedom for their town,
There, in the code it's found;
Now with their map of mines,
Just walk right through their lines.navigation