Home Office

The years pass as though we cared not for them,

Disappointments, hopes, dreams…

Alike the small things slip us by, becoming memory’s fog.

We work, we sit, we dream, we plan, we go home.

 

The earth shrugged, plate ground against plate,

35 seconds of it, interrupting your end-of-day.

Concrete crashed in a thousand places, the screaming began.

You didn’t feel the earth move, yet it moved you.

 

No one would have faulted you had you left the office and gone home.

You’ve seen it before. It’s always something, somewhere.

We wouldn’t have thought less of you.

 

But you lived your finest hour,

You answered every call, anticipated every question, juggled every probability.

You fought for those struggling, you argued and persuaded through bureaucracy,

As though they were your own flesh and blood you would not let them go.

You suffered with those who suffering, cried with real tears.

 

Beyond duty, beyond the need to sleep, beyond your own families, your own time.

We only glimpsed what you did.

Noblesse, selfless,

Heroes of the Home Office.

Comments

[Linda Adams]

And, Bishop Roller, we at the Home Office saw you in your finest hour. Your compassionate leadership, deepened by long years of personal friendship with our Haitian brothers and sisters, helped us rally our resources in the crunch. I am still watching the Home Office rise to the challenge. It's beautiful.

[Deb Miller]

Bishop Roller - I have come to believe that the English words "thank-you" are way too shallow to express the level of appreciation I have for you, my other coworkers and the FM Church around the world. The crisis in Haiti has illustrated more fully what it means to be part of the body of Christ. What a lesson, but through it all, may God be glorified!