The call to peach the Word of God and to shepherd God’s people is a strange thing. Obviously it is an honor and a privilege that I don’t take lightly. It is also humbling because few things make me feel so small and so inadequate. Because it is such a large task it is very easy to get caught up in yourself and your work that you often neglect other areas of your life. Because it is such a humbling task that makes you so aware of your own limitations you can easily get overwhelmed at the things you have to do to prepare and you can begin to lose sight of those around you and their own struggles.
Because I have six kids and a part time job outside of my church work I do much of my studying and sermon prep late at night. I often feel like I’m a step behind where I need to be. My wife works night shift as a nurse so our quality time together is very limited. When she is home and able to help out with the kids I often find myself letting her handle things as I give myself over to study or writing. Saturday nights and Sunday mornings are always a bit tense as I make my final preparations to my sermon or getting the music ready for our worship service. I’m not complaining, I love what I do and wouldn’t trade my life for anything…But there is a point here I’m trying to make.
I often get so caught up in myself and my own work that I forget how hard my wife works. I’m not even talking about her “job” as a nurse. She is the one who picks up the slack around the house and with the kids while I work on my sermon. She is the one who makes sure I get to escape to my office so I can work on my Sunday School Lesson. She is the one who allows me to “sleep in” those couple of days she’s here, because I was up late writing. She is the one who goes to get the kids from school while I make my pastoral visits. She is the one who stays home and makes dinner and gets the kids ready for bed when it’s late on Wednesday night when I come home from our mid-week service. And she is the one washing the girls, and brushing their tangled hair on Sunday morning when I’m making the final tweaks to my sermon or yelling at everyone to hurry up out the door so we aren’t late to Sunday School. She is the one who wrangles the kids in the front pew while I preach and proclaim the truths of God’s Word.
It’s very easy for me to think about all that I do or need to do in ministry. But I often forget how important my wife is to my ministry. The truth is apart from her hard work I wouldn’t be able to do what I do. While I shake hands and chat with folks after Sunday Service, and breathe that breath of relief because another one is “in the books”, I often see her exhausted face and slightly disheveled hair after wrestling with a one year old for an hour and don’t give it a second thought.The fact is, she has worked every bit as hard as I have that morning.The call of a Pastor’s wife is just as sacred and just as important a call as the call to Pastoral ministry. The difference is the value of one is often overlooked, even by the Pastor himself.
I know I often take for granted what my wife does and how important she is to my ministry. I have a feeling I’m not alone. So Pastors…Tell your wife thank you and you love her and give her a kiss. Thank God for her. If you’re not a Pastor but find yourself reading this, show your Pastor’s wife some love…she deserves it. And please, pray for both your Pastor and his wife.
And just in case my wife happens to stumble upon this…Thank you Babe, I love you.