

Those books are how I first found out about the parable of the talents, Jonah and the fish, and David & Goliath. In fact, I can still hear my mom's voice reading "And Goliath was dead." In the picture book, the stone hit him in the middle of the forehead; we agreed (mom and 5-year-old me) that it more likely hit him in the temple.
I guess you could say that I saw the bible before I ever read the bible.
A second subtle influence was my dad's job on the law faculty of Southern Methodist University. We weren't Methodist and I never attended a Methodist church until I was 20, but as a kid my world revolved around that university. Walking its campus, hearing its stories, and living & dying (usually dying) by the results of its sports teams. I figure that somewhere, deep in the recesses of my mind, there grew a positive association with what it means to be Methodist.
There have been other influences that drew me to ministry. Most of them not so subtle. Yet the experiences and memories of early childhood shape us in ways beyond our understanding.
In other words, against all expectation, they help land me in the pastoral ministry of the United Methodist Church.
