My name is Andy; I carry a badge.
No, really, I carry a badge! And it is pretty sweet. I just got it today, and I feel like a kid playing dress up. I have been the chaplain for the North Kansas City Police Department for a year and a half, but I hadn’t gotten my official badge and I.D. card until just today.
I don’t really understand this feeling I’m experiencing. It is kind of like pride, maybe a bit of self-satisfaction, and a dash of confidence, perhaps. Nothing has changed about me except for now I have a little wallet with a fancy piece of metal and a plastic card in it. But there’s this feeling that goes along with this badge. I think … I don’t know for sure … but I think I may be feeling … *gulp* … cool!
Let me make it clear right up front that I have never been and likely will never actually be “cool.” I was a music guy all through high school and college; I did drama and debate; I was really skinny and got really good grades. None of these characteristics would have made me at all cool. And now, at age 35, all hope of my ever being cool seems to have disappeared. Once you get to be a certain age, your chances of being considered cool are lower than grass.
But now I have a badge, an actual police badge! How many people can say that? That’s what makes me think this must be coolness that I’m feeling. Of course, in all seriousness, there is a lot of responsibility that goes along with begin the chaplain of a police force. I am not trying to make light of my role. But since I got my badge this afternoon, I have taken it out of my pocket about every fifteen minutes or so, just to look at it and smile. I couldn’t wait to get home and show my kids, you know? It just feels so cool!
Okay, I’m done. Sorry for that silliness. But hey, you wanna see my badge? I’m pretty sure it’s cool!
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