So we have this pastoral intern at the Lutheran Center on campus whose name is Renae.  She’s a recent seminary graduate, so she can’t be much older than I am.  Often times, a bunch of us go out to the bar after wed. night service, and she and her husband also come.  It’s always a good time.  Lately, I had been noticing that I don’t see her at the Lutheran Center often, so she must have a pretty easy job.  Thus, I asked her how many hours she works a week.  She told me 60 to 70.  I was quite surprised.  Then she told me that anytime she’s around one of us–the attendants of the Center, she’s working.  I admit that this put me off a bit at first.  All those times that I thought we were all just hanging out as friends, she was working and constantly guarding her true feelings.  After thinking about it a while, I can understand why she has to do that.  As a pastor, actions and words are crucial.  I guess I was just thinking of her as a friend as well as a pastor, and now it seems like I can’t do that.