Truth be told, I don’t really know why I’m a pastor. Let’s face it, on paper, I wouldn’t consider myself the ideal candidate. I don’t exactly crave the spotlight. I’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 “Thinking” scale of my Myers-Briggs personality inventory, so I admit how certain feelings and attitudes can sometimes escape my notice. I’m not the most spiritual person in the world. I’m not part of some multigenerational family legacy. (I think I may have had a great-great-grandfather who was a pastor, but I’m sure he was Baptist!) I’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. 

George Chapman