My wife Katie is a former United Methodist minister. She served a parish for 2.5 years in the late 90s before deciding parish ministry was not for her. It’s a long story, but this post isn’t about her experience in ministry; it’s about mine.
Even now, almost ten years later, I’m still coming to grips with how totally unprepared I was to be the preacher’s wife. The biggest problem was that I had no idea that many parishoners hold the minister (and her family) to a different (higher?) standard from other people.

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