Baptist pastors dating parishoners
However, my son is a loony toon in church and may annoy you. I am not judging you or want to make you feel uncomfortable. Being married to a minister was not something I had on my to-do list. I have accomplished all four before the sermon most Sundays. I just happened to fall in love with a guy who also carried the title, "Reverend." According to my mother, I used to kiss the TV screen when Mr. Number of times I peed my pants thinking they were people: two. Rogers was on, so maybe I always had a thing for Presbyterian ministers. I grew up Roman Catholic in overtly Catholic cities and towns, went to Catholic school and had grandparents who had Mary and Joseph statues from church in their house. As I categorize myself as a novice preacher's wife (10 years in), I am still learning, growing and navigating my way through this very unique role. I still really don't know what I am doing and just strive to be my authentic self. People are in a state of disbelief when they find out I am a pastor's wife. Sitting in the pew, I know my role is just as nuanced. Feel free to sit next to me during church or at the luncheon. Acting on your faith takes more work when you are married to it. It's hard to take heed of your husband's monologue when you are still pissed at him for letting the kids eat chocolate chip cookies for breakfast.14. And figure out how to make a meaningful, spiritual connection with God when I am at church. I have the opportunity to meet and make relationships with amazing people.
However, there are a few things that I have gleaned along the way that are worth sharing. They are either surprised, flustered or think it's "cool." I watch them play back the last five minutes of our conversation in their head. Every seven days, I go to my husband's place of employment and literally watch him work. Individuals get awkwardly nervous if they used profanity, mentioned Jesus or said they drank beer. I like to use nicknames when describing churchy stuff. Communion = "Shot Glass Sunday" or "Rip and Dip." 5. Church members think I know everything about everyone. I truly don't know all the dirt on Bob, the Watsons or the organist. Some Sundays, I prefer my bed and PJs to a pew and bible. We go most Sundays, but there are times when the kids and I can't seem to get it together and get out the door in time. So far, ham balls and chicken pies are on an equal playing field with caviar and truffles. For being tethered to work, regardless of time or day.
I came up with little monikers and nicknames for special holy days, meetings or sacraments. Confidentiality and privacy are pretty important to me. Church luncheons are not just cold cuts and community. Sunday luncheons are the pièce de résistance to a congregation.