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Hey guys,
A wise man knows when to share his wisdom and when to share the spotlight. And I can't think of anyone else I'd rather hand the mic to...
"I grew up as a PK ('preacher's kid') underwater in a tiny fishbowl. I've never been that good at breathing. My recurring nightmare (from childhood on) is one of chewing bubblegum which expands and expands in my mouth, threatening to suffocate me. I don't even own a turtleneck. And allergies are a constant hassle. (I always knew I was allergic to Florida...and then it was officially confirmed.)
My father—who once worked as a lifeguard—taught my sister and me how to swim. While I can swim and don’t think I’d drown, I’m not big on putting my head underwater.
For good reason.
There is in me this essential need to breathe.
The pastor, the pastor’s spouse, and their kids all live in a fishbowl. It’s a cliché, but an apt one. People on the outside come and point, gawk and judge. We swim around. Bump into the sides. Long for escape into the real world, into the fresh air. (I don’t want you to think that it’s all bad. I had it better than most. And the mound of Christmas presents is the best.) But the truth is, your kids didn’t sign up for this…you did. So on behalf of preacher’s kids, allow me to say a few things..."
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