TOTAL DEPRAVITY DECENTLY & IN ORDER

Truth be told, I don&rsquo,t really know why I&rsquo,m a pastor. Let&rsquo,s face it, on paper, I wouldn&rsquo,t consider myself the ideal candidate. I don&rsquo,t exactly crave the spotlight. I&rsquo,m definitely not an extrovert. Any ability I have to initiate conversation has been carefully and awkwardly cultivated over the last so many years through a process of trial and error. As it happens, I maxed out the &ldquo,Thinking&rdquo, scale of my Myers-Briggs personality inventory, so I admit how certain feelings and attitudes can sometimes escape my notice. I&rsquo,m not the most spiritual person in the world. I&rsquo,m not part of some multigenerational family legacy. (I think I may have had a great-great-grandfather who was a pastor, but I&rsquo,m sure he was Baptist!) I&rsquo,m not particularly well-connected within the Presbyterian Church (USA), nor do I serve a large, influential congregation. Although I find polity fascinating, I have little threshold for church politics. Why someone like myself would publicly and professionally invite the scrutiny of others, I have no earthly idea. ,When I think about it, I really have only two things going for me. First, I look the part