Especially if you served in rural communities. A favorite story is from a church in rural Kentucky. The committee was meeting with me. During the process, they showed me the parsonage. A nice little brick house next to woods and farmlands. As we took the tour, I noticed in the front room there was a fireplace, but it was sealed up and bare. I asked them about it, they said there used to be a fireplace. I asked what happened. They explained that with all these city fellows coming from Louisville, they didn’t think it would be wise to leave a fireplace in the house. After all, city folks might end up burning down the house. I chuckled. What faith and respect you have for us city fellows coming from Louisville, I thought. Ah, the fun of pastoring small, rural churches. There’s really nothing like it.