For us Pastor’s Kids there are few things as enjoyable as this conversation:
Kid:
“Dad, remember that thing that happened on the ski bus? With the badger and the first aid kit? That was, that was, I’m sorry, but that was me.”
Pastor Dad:
“I know it was.”
Kid:
“How?”
Pastor Dad:
“A few of the deacons told me.”
Awesome. I don’t know why it happens, but it does. So many people over so many years gave my dad fairly detailed reports of what I was doing, who I had kissed on what retreat, which shaving cream incident had been me etc. It’s a rather long, only mildly interesting list. I think that when the Pastor’s Kids mess up other parents feel a little better. While at first they might have said, “Why can’t my kids be like the pastor’s kids,” they can now say, “If even the pastor is having trouble with his kids then maybe my issues aren’t that bad.”
This is a niche post for certain, but since Arsenio Hall is the son of a minister and a massive fan of this site, I thought I would address it. (I don’t know that for certain.)