When both my wife and I were ordained, my father (also ordained) gave each of us a cow bell. The bell is intended to be a reminder of our callings as leaders. I'm not entirely comfortable with the idea of being the bell ringer of the herd, although the off-tune clangyness of the bell sounds about right. Leadership is always a delicate balance between leading and allowing one's self to be led. Every once in a great while it feels like I get the balance somewhat right. Nonetheless, I keep the bell hanging around on the off chance that it might come in handy for some bovine adventure.
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