THE ROAD TAKEN A Woman's Life In and Out of the Pulpit. As a minister, not only am I able to walk on water, but it feels more like slogging through an East Texas stock tank. Instead Of confidence and benevolence, I am perplexed and even aggravated. Tomorrow I will stand before grieving family in a packed chapel with nerve dredged up from somewhere. Meanwhile, tonight I have an old Smith-Corona portables and my sister's Bible from which to wrestle...