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...
Is There Value In Prophesy?

Is There Value In Prophesy?

“The Antichrist will be Muslim.” “No, Jews would never accept him. He’ll be a Jew.” “Barack Obama is the Antichrist! Why can’t anybody see that?” Of course, President Obama is not the Antichrist. But I’ve actually heard this conversation Who hasn’t?). The truth...
Unlikely Sheep

Unlikely Sheep

I remember, back when I was 14 or so, one particular night when my father, who was a pastor, got a wee-hours-in-the-morning call that changed lives forever. When the phone rang, I tumbled out of bed, tangled in sheets. (The phone was on my nightstand; the only other...
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...