I was dorky in high school, joined a frat in college even though I wasn’t really a frat person– I was just following a couple other guys I knew in the dorm where I lived, and didn’t know what to do with myself.
But I think what stands out for the purpose of this prompt are the 26 years I spent in the ministry, for a variety of reasons– my heart was rarely in it, I always had doubts, and I seldom felt qualified to contribute to the conversation when we got together in various collegial settings. More often than not, I felt like I was in over my head.
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