
My first year of seminary, I was assigned as a “student assistant” to the kind folks at First Congregational Church in Columbus, Ohio.1 The very cool Sr. Pastor, Dale Rosenberger, who was about 7 years my junior, invited me to preach one Sunday, and with fear and trembling I took him up on the prospect.
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