The Centrality Of Membership

I wondered what the meaning was
Of membership – I asked because
I thought, “That’s very nice of them
To help the boys” – I’ll ask again.

For Arthur Davis and his dad
(’twas leprosy that both men had)
Got help, support, when they were down,
From Baptist folks who were around.

They pulled some strings – at least I hunch –
So these young men (one in a crunch),
Could squeeze from time each precious drop
Of life, despite that leprous spot.

Those were the days before a cure,
(Except that oil – that not for sure);
Ten years or twelve – half good – half bad;
Was all that Arthur likely had.

They put up cash, to start them up
In Homestead life; though it was rough,
It was what Arthur wished to do –
Clear land so folks could grow some food.

They gave five years of wholesome life;
Then walked him through five more of strife –
So he could live – a mission child
With leprosy – full-blown, not mild.

I’d been a member here before,
Then shifted back to be once more
With my sweet wife whom I adore,
But power-trips showed me the door.

Six months it’s been since I inquired
’Bout membership – what they desired
Of me, (to check their process out);
Then wondered, “What’s this all about?”

But long I’ve known there’s always cause
For each effect – just wait, because
It will come out if you’ll just wait;
And there it was – served on a plate:

“A vote has come – approaching fast;
We’ll check you out (we’ve come at last),
So you can vote and play your part;
We’ll sign you in – let’s process start.”

So membership? “Central” at base,
A local thing in any case;
Ah, yes! “Each church autonomous –
That’s how it is, if you’re with us.

“Not ‘Help’, or ‘Faith’, or ‘Right and wrong’;
(You may be tall, or weak, or strong);
Within this world, through history,
We've died to have democracy.

“We choose the leaders of this clan;
We have our say within this land;
We may be wrong, we may be right –
'The local vote' has been our fight.”

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