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It takes a lot of intestinal fortitude to be a pastor’s wife writing a blog about your struggles and your husband’s struggles. I encourage you to read On Being Mrs. Pastor and get a glimpse of what it’s like to live in a glass house.

I don’t know who she is and I don’t care to know. What I do know is the pain she describes. I know the pain of having a husband serving a congregation that does not appreciate God’s Gift of the Ministry of the Gospel among them. I recall my wife living through that pain while having our first child. It seemed as if God forgot all about us. What foolishness to think such a thing, but that’s hindsight. When you are suffering, the last thing you are thinking about is how nice it is that God allows you to suffer.

Then the theology of the cross sinks in. Jesus suffered much worse that we suffer now. Our suffering is united to His suffering. What joy it is to believe that Jesus’ suffering and our suffering have an end.

I know what it’s like to sit and cry with your wife over the littlest thing in a congregation. There are some downright nasty passive-aggressive people who happen to be Christians. Satan loves it when they play the passive-aggressive card against a pastor. It keeps the guy in the collar guessing. You know, the silent treatment, the refusing to shake Pastor’s hand, the whispered conversations in the narthex that end when Pastor appears, etc. etc.

I’ve been there and done that. It’s not a nice place to live. Mrs. Pastor and her family have my prayers. Their suffering has an end in Jesus Christ. To His precious Gifts may they fly now and always.



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