I sat Kate, my 3-year-old who has autism, in the middle seat knowing full well that there would be a stranger sitting next to her for the duration of this flight. I had to make a quick decision and based on her obsession with opening and closing the window shade, I figured she might be less of a distraction if she sat in the middle. I watched the entire Temple basketball team board the plane, and wondered if one of these giants might sit by Kate. They all moved toward the back. She would have liked that, she would have made some observations that I would have had to deal with, but she would have liked those players. I watched many Grandmotherly women board and hoped for one to take the seat but they walked on by. For a fleeting moment I thought we might have a free seat beside us, and then you walked up and sat down with your briefcase and your important documents and I had a vision of Kate pouring her water all over your multi-million dollar contracts, or house deeds, or whatever it was you held. The moment you sat down, Kate started to rub your arm. Your jacket was soft and she liked the feel of it. You smiled at her and she said: “Hi, Daddy, that’s my mom.” Then she had you.
Jared C. Wilson:
One of the greatest men my wife and I had the privilege of being shepherded by used to wear his pants very high on his waist. His belt was practically underlining his chest. He looked like a dork, and it was distracting when he stood before the congregation. So one of the creative guys at the church “took one for the team” and took him aside one day to recommend he wear his shirts untucked. He did, and the sight was much better. But what I loved about this pastor is that he had zero idea this was an issue. I mean, I’m sure he thought he looked fine — he wasn’t unkempt, just uncool — but obviously worrying about his image wasn’t even on his radar.
By contrast, I used to see another area pastor at the local coffee shop in the same town who was pushing sixty and was rockin’ — or thought he was — the embroidered jeans, Affliction tees, leather cuffs, and frosted bedhead. Professing to be cool, he became a fool.
Kindle deals for Christian readers
Here’s a quick recap of this week’s Kindle deals:
- Spiritual Warfare by Brian Borgman & Rob Ventura—$2.99
- The Church by Mark Dever—$1.99
- Simple Church by Thom Rainer—$1.99
- The Poverty of Nations by Wayne Grudem & Barry Asmus—$5.99
- Spectacular Sins by John Piper—$2.99
- Good News to the Poor by Tim Chester—$4.99
- The Pastor’s Justification by Jared C Wilson—$4.99
- Kingdom, Come! by Phil Ryken—$3.99
- Still Sovereign: Contemporary Perspectives on Election, Foreknowledge, and Grace edited by Tom Schreiner and Bruce Ware—$4.99
- An Introduction to the Old Testament by Tremper Longman & Raymond Dillard—$5.99
- Speaking Truth in Love by David Powlison—$2.99
- Christless Christianity by Michael Horton—$2.99
- Forever by Paul Tripp—$1.99
- When God Weeps by Joni Eareckson Tada—$1.99
- A Theology of Christian Counseling by Jay Adams—$3.99
- Power Through Prayer by E.M. Bounds—$1.95
- Death by Living: Life Is Meant to Be Spent by ND Wilson—$3.99
- Singing the Songs of Jesus by Michael Lefebvre—$2.99
- The Disciplines of the Christian Life by Eric Liddell—FREE
To put it bluntly, a lot of pastors’ children hate the ministry. My team interviewed 20 pastors’ kids who are adults now. They provided some insights that were both inspiring and disturbing.
Children with a pastor-parent can grow to hate the ministry for many reasons, but there are five guaranteed ways you can make sure they hate being a pastor’s kid (PK).
I had a very profound moment this week. I sat with a dear sister from the church, catching up on life and ministry. We spent the first half hour loudly praising God and exalting Him for His grace and mercy. Somehow we began to discuss some current issues in Cayman, together lamenting the pain and sorrow we see in so many lives. Then she said something that arrested me. She said, “I’ve had to admit that I am the one living the alternative lifestyle.”
That comment blew back the clouds and I could see in the clarifying light of biblical truth.
When I was in college, and through the first half of my career as a graphic designer, QuarkXpress was the go-to software. Now, it’s dead. This article does a great job explaining why, and issuing a strong warning to all software companies (and organizations in general).