My congregants were expected to welcome an unexperienced, 28-year old minister into a community as tightly sealed as a jar of pickles. The church had decreed that henceforth I would be spiritual guide, public teacher, and beloved sage with the stroke of a wand. God - or the bishop - had just made me an expert in troubled marriages, alcoholism, teen sex, and farm subsidies.
Richard Lischer, Open Secrets
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