Exodus and Apple Crates

I am a seminary drop out. I was a student at The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary in Louisville, KY for the fall semester of 1995. As brief a stint as it was, it was probably one of the greatest semesters of my educational experience. Yet, I think I was experiencing the symptoms of edu burnout at the time. My girlfriend, who later became my wife, was back in Chattanooga with all my friends. I missed her a lot. I missed them too. To add to the confusion was a stubborn possibility first introduced to me by Ms. Helen. What if I became the pastor of Lantana Road Baptist Church in Crossville, TN? The confusing part is that I had no desire to become a pastor. I had been around the Baptist church long enough to know that the ministry of shepherd is a high headache ministry. The horror stories that often circulate about churches only served to confirm that I had rather die in a fighter jet than in a business meeting. Looking back