I am still enjoying Willimon’s Pastor. I loved this particular anecdote so much!
The clergy’s representative burden can also be a great blessing, a source of pastoral wisdom and power. A parishioner emerged from a little church on a Sunday, muttering to her pastor, ‘You are not even thirty, what could you know?’
Her pastor drew himself up to his full height, clutched the stole around his neck, and said, ‘Madame, when I wear this and I climb into that pulpit, I am over two thousand years old, and speak from two millennia of experience’ (p. 21)
Would that our pastors, young and old, have the wisdom of the ages under their belt. Seminary helps!