I spent that first day unloading the truck with the help of one of the church’s trustees and a teenage girl who showed up and asked to help. We carried the last boxes off the truck to my office next door at the church. Those boxes held my precious few books. I stood there in my new office, thrilled at the sight of my desk and bookshelves. But the thrill was soon overcome by anxiety. Tomorrow I would begin my pastoral life. What would I do? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t wait to get started.