When you grow up as a pastor's kid, the idea of a 'pastor' looks a little different to you. When you grow up as a pastor's kid in the middle of East Texas, it looks a lot different to you. Growing up, I attended a church where everyone knew everyone. We knew all the people, knew their families, knew their jobs, knew their lives. When life was hard, we rallied. When life was good, we celebrated. No one was excluded from this circle. There was no one in our congregation that didn't have full access to my family. And I loved that. We were a community of about 150 people. And it was good. For my first church experience in college, I hoped to find and recreate something similar. I didn't mind a big church. That only meant I got to know more people. I babysat for pastor's and their kids. I found myself in their homes for family dinners. I easily found my way into the lives of my pastors and their families. But then again, when your dad is a pastor- the past...