Pray For Sister Dicki

Pray For Sister Dicki

PKs—or, preachers’ kids—have it rough; they really do. How do I know? I am one. My father pastored my whole pre-adult life—and I loved it. But it is not without its challenges. In the ’60s and ’70s, when I was growing up, evangelists didn’t stay at the Hilton when...
Being A Happy Healthy PK

Being A Happy Healthy PK

“Preachers’ kids are the worst kind . . .” How many times have you heard that, fellow PKs? Well, I contend—as would my sister—that we are not the worst kind. But we are human. I grew up in church. I don’t even know how old I was when my dad started pastoring. I do...
PKs Offer Their Protection

PKs Offer Their Protection

Pastors, don’t make your kids have to set boundaries for you. What do I mean? Well, there’s nothing like being a PK. I can say that from experience precisely because I am, well, a preacher’s kid. For all the dour, sour words my sister and I have heard from fellow PKs...
From The God We’ve Made…To God With Us

From The God We’ve Made…To God With Us

What do you do if you’re trying to do everything right and it’s not working? There’s no point in dismissing me here. You probably know what I’m talking about. You’re a pastor for crying out loud. You’ve devoted your life to getting this faith journey right and had the...