The names of my three older sisters all begin with K so I guess it was inevitable that my name would start with a K. I’m told my parents had the name Kevin picked out for my older brother but when he was born, they didn’t think he looked like a Kevin, so they chose a name that began with a J. He then proceeded to choose names that begin with J for his two children. By the time my younger brother was born my parents may have been getting tired of all the K’s so they chose a name that began with a C.
The fact that my name, Kirk, means “church” and I turned out to be a pastor is, as far as I know, a coincidence. As I was growing up, no one ever pressured me to go into the ministry because of my name even though my father was a pastor.
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