Why does ministry in the church so often resemble dull prose rather than sparkling poetry?
How do we handle always getting top billing and being at center stage in the drama of parish life?
What is the truth in Flannery O'Connor's observation that ministers should go about their work like "experienced crooks"?
Can we really carry the treasure of the gospel in the always fragile, sometimes broken clay pots that are our lives?
How do we get through the "night duty," both literal and figurative, that is inevitable in ministry?
These are among the questions Stuempfle addresses...