You are a pastor
It feels like I’m always constructing my bio. Whether it’s for a 140-character Twitter account, a description for a conference, a display of credentials for a consulting client, or meeting someone for the first time, I am always trying to articulate who I am.
As a writer, I have to be caught up in the marketing bit of it. I get odd advice. One agent said he’d like it if I didn’t use capital letters when I signed my name and I employed the occupational descriptor, “servant.” That was not exactly the empowering, feminist, kick-butt message I wanted to communicate. He was on the cusp of retirement and didn't understand how hard it was for me to claim the title Pastor, with a capital "P," after being told that how I perform certain biological functions made me unacceptable for the vocation.
The agent said he couldn’t figure out what I wanted to communicate. I was thankful that he was kind and honest. We parted ways.
