Confessions of a Biblically Illiterate Pastor

A friend suggested I try cemetery. I mean…seminary. No offense, but I thought seminary was where good-hearted pastors went to die, only to be resurrected in cap & gown as self-righteous “know-it-alls” whose job it was to grow their congregation’s knowledge but not their grace. I thought the smart Christians were all about education and no action. I assumed that if your brain grew larger then your heart grew smaller.