But I, too, had expectations of my church and community. My background and training created a whole set of expectations. I expected Christians to act like Christians, leaders to lead, and the congregation to love God and his Word. On top of all that, they should take good care of me! After all, I was giving them my life. Since I was was working for God in what many of them thought was the highest calling on earth, I expected them to respect me. And I also thought the town should give me the respect I had been taught that educated and dedicated clergy deserve.