Back on the mountain pass I had been a fresh seminary graduate, a young man with promise. Now, in a single and mysterious moment, I had become a Christian pastor. Three months before, when I had come to interview and to preach for the church, I had been a student. In an act of amazing trust, the members had voted to call me to be their pastor. Then I had been a “pastor-in-training,” not the real thing. Now I was something very specific, a pastor—their pastor. School was over; reality was at hand.