I became a pastor during the scorching summer of 2012. Although I was right out of divinity school where I had been trained to think theologically and had accumulated quite a bit of local church experience, the skills of translating those experiences to practical parish leadership was very much still under construction. I was unbelievably green. Excited, for sure. Hopeful, optimistic and ready for the challenge — but also very, very green.
When the moving truck arrived at our new home, I was greeted with the news that a church member, whom I had never met, had died. With my life still packed in boxes from local liquor stores, I went to work.
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