I too became increasingly dissatisfied with my pastoral duties and role. I learned that there is little satisfaction in performance of tasks without a clear and foundational identity. Nothing in seminary prepared me for this identity crisis. I knew who I was at 11:00 Sunday morning. My evangelical roots and training were certain. In the act of preaching, I was God’s herald proclaiming God’s Word in power. But who was I the other 167 hours of the week? I certainly didn’t walk around town preaching continually.