A Poem that Struck a Nerve

Last month I posted a poem a day over at my Facebook page. (If you don’t follow it, I hope you will …) I included one poem of my own which has been quite popular, with over 245,000 views at this point. Several people have asked if they can have permission to use it. The answer is that you are welcome to use anything I post here or on my Facebook page, as long as you pass it along for free and include attribution. (It’s nice if you can include a link to this site too.)
Here’s the poem …

“Please de-baptize me,” she said.
The priest’s face crumpled.
“My parents tell me you did it,” she said.
“But I was not consulted. So
Now, undo it.”
The priest’s eyes asked why.
“If it were just about belonging to
This religion and being forgiven,
Then I would stay. If it were just
About believing
This list of doctrines and upholding
This list of rituals,
I’d be OK. But
Your sermon Sunday made
It clear it’s
About more. More
Than I bargained for. So, please,
De-baptize me.”
The priest looked down, said
Nothing. She continued:
“You said baptism sends
Me into the
World to
Love enemies. I don’t. Nor
Do I plan to. You said it means
Being willing to stand
Against the flow. I like the flow.
You described it like rethinking
Everything, like joining a
Movement. But
I’m not rethinking or moving anywhere.
So un-baptize me. Please.”
The priest began to weep. Soon
Great sobs rose from his deepest heart.
He took off his glasses, blew his nose, took
Three tissues to dry his eyes.
“These are tears of joy,” he said.
“I think you
Are the first person who ever
Truly listened or understood.”
“So,” she said,
“Will you? Please?”
– Brian McLaren

For more on baptism, see Chapter 19 of We Make the Road by Walking.