information. The musician did not know when to come forward, and I did not forewarn the pianist about a song I wanted to sing after the sermon. In sum, I am the wrong man for the job. Of course, this line is as old as the burning bush. I have preached about the reluctant Moses, the depressed Elijah, the “aw, shucks” Gideon, and sincerely uttered the cliches: “God does not look for ability, he looks for …” Nevertheless, when I feel like I’m flunking, I know what it’s like to want to drop out.