This much I knew: I was seen as different from the ordinary young man about town. At the hospital I was a semi-official member of the healing team. At the post office I wasn’t just David Fisher; I was one of the town’s pastors. At high school football games my presence was noted, and I received good marks for being there. Walking down Main Street one day, it dawned on me that I would never be seen as an “ordinary” man again - at least not in that town. I had been David Fisher for twenty-six years. Suddenly I was “Reverend Fisher.” A new identity was laid on me, and I couldn’t be just me anymore. I didn’t think I liked that. I knew I didn’t like some of the stereotypes that accompanied the title Reverend.