I spent some time  last week with my old friend, Pastor Fred.  He’s a retired Baptist minister, 91 years old.  I visit him from time to time, especially when I need stories infused with faith, hope, and perseverance. “When did you know you wanted to be a pastor?”  I asked.  “I wasn’t called all at once.  My awareness came gradually. There was, however, one experience that stands out.     He grew up in a mill town in Georgia.  Both his parents worked in the nearby textile mill.  His dad worked the evening shift, his mom the morning shift.  That way, someone would be home to take care of him.   Textile…