Please, don't ever call me a leader in the Church of the Nazarene. First, I don't think it is possible to be a leader without more than a little faithlessness spilling someplace into the mix, i.e., unless, of course, one is the Holy Spirit. (Certainly, from time to time anybody could be a vessel of the Spirit, but even then, it is the Spirit who leads not the empty means of grace the Spirit uses.) Second, I have no status in the Church of the Nazarene. I'm an ordained deacon, but I haven't gotten a paycheck from a Nazarene institution since 2003—and I'm retired. I don't even get consulted by the Church. I'm just an old guy who hasn't abandoned the people whose hands were the means of his ordination, who hasn't abandoned the people he loves. Socrates called himself a midwife. For a pagan that's pretty humble, but it's still too much for anyone who has learned gratitude at the cross of Jesus. I'm not even a midwife. I do, however, pray that, as I cry in the wilderness, my voice may prepare the way of the humiliated Lord.