Pastor, how do you handle the emotional weight of carrying people’s burdens?      Stories are bullets   Tearing through flesh, rending bone   It’s my job to catch them   And when hit, the kevlar takes the brunt     Yet when people shoot stories   And I emerge unscathed   The gap between us remains   A chasm of comfort divides     I take off the vest, I put it down   Bullets strike   Loneliness, anxiety, and depression   Stories of pain enter and stop     I carry the weight of the sadness   The slugs slacken my steps   Exhaustion overwhelms   I cannot contain this leaden load     LORD, let the stories pass through me   Let them penetrate my walls   Let my borders be porous   Let the stories enter and come out     Let me be wounded twice    Hurt when I catch the story   Hurt when I let it go   Let m e feel the exit wound      Stories begin with you   Stories end with you   In the middle, they may go through me   But you hold and tell them all     For you catch all the bullets...