In every job there is an element of uncertainty. You get called into the boss' office and your heart sinks. And any employer can, pretty much, fire you at will for a poor performance.
But there's something inherently different about the job of pastor because in addition to it being the way your husband earns a living, the church is also your spiritual support group, your family, so that when they decide they don't want you anymore it's more than just losing a job. And if you live in the parsonage, then you lose your house, too, all in one fell swoop: you're unemployed, homeless, and without a church family. This is staggering.
I say all this not because it's happening to us, but being the pastor's family makes you think about things and try to brace yourself for if it ever really happened. If someone calls you up and says they need to talk to you about something, until you actually meet you wonder, you worry, you replay conversations in your head and how they might have been mistakenly taken...as the pastor's wife you wonder if YOU said something to make people mad and now they want to fire your husband because of it.
These are things that don't happen in other run of the mill professions. If you flip burgers and your wife comes in and says something obnoxious to a coworker, you probably won't get fired (maybe embarrassed, but not let go).
So again, I'm pleading with all you out there who AREN'T pastors' wives: be patient with us. Please be gracious. You don't know the thoughts that swirl around in our heads.
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