Jump directly to the Content

Me, The Preacher's Husband

Supporting your spouse's ministry isn't one-size-fits-all.
Me, The Preacher's Husband

First service ends at 11:00 a.m. Trip home is 10 minutes. A Trader Joe's Spinach and Kale Pie takes 55 minutes to get out of the freezer, into the oven, and onto a plate. Of those 55 minutes, about 45 are straight up oven time. It takes about 20 minutes to ready my bike, water bottles, food for the ride, and then, as we Australians say, "kit up." By 12:15 p.m. the kids have had lunch, and I'm on my bike pedaling down the street. I'm gone for the next three to six hours.

At 1:00 p.m. my wife is heading home, and I'm on the other side of the city. Who knows what the kids are up to—I'm hoping it's homework, but it's probably Phineas and Ferb. This is the scene my wife finds when she opens the door … but the dog is excited.

It's not exactly a stereotypically "supportive" scene.

When my wife took a pastor's position, I confess that the first thing I thought about wasn't Jesus. Sadly, my first thought was worrying ...

April
Support Our Work

Subscribe to CT for less than $4.25/month

Homepage Subscription Panel

Read These Next

Related
The War Within Continues
The War Within Continues
An update on a Christian leader's struggle with lust.
From the Magazine
I Wanted a Bigger God Than My Hindu Guru Offered
I Wanted a Bigger God Than My Hindu Guru Offered
As my doubts about his teachings grew, so did a secret fascination with Jesus.
Editor's Pick
What Christians Miss When They Dismiss Imagination
What Christians Miss When They Dismiss Imagination
Understanding God and our world needs more than bare reason and experience.
close