Maybe one of these days a little church and I will find each other. The people there would be looking for a friend, not a leader. I would like that, to become their friend and they become mine. I would be willing to rustle up some encouraging words every Sunday morning in exchange for most of the rest of my week exercising the freedom to climb deeper into the world’s hard silence. I would love to officiate at weddings and bless newborns. I would be honored to say the words over those dead but held safe. I would gladly sign on for those moments if beyond that there was really nothing to do but take bets on the first snowfall or laze about in old lawn chairs or cook heaps of spaghetti served with red wine for the monthly potluck. A little church could hire me to say grace over all that. And we’d eat.