Comments on: Being the Preacher’s Kid http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/ by Hemant Mehta Tue, 14 Feb 2012 09:54:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3 By: John http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-657887 John Tue, 08 Feb 2011 23:10:41 +0000 http://friendlyatheist.com/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-657887 I can remember life as a preachers kid. The good church people delighted in "bringing in the sheaves". Soon they would "throw stones" at other people in the community. The next thing I knew, they were claiming that they were the "future of the community". One of the first prayers that I remember praying was "Lord please save me from the church people. Do I have to be like this to be a Christian? They are always crying and complaining and they seem not to be very happy." I can remember hearing a woman tell my mom that that preachers kids are the worst kind. It seemed only appropriate that I give the woman what she expected. It seemed expected of me to be bad so I made sure that the church people got what they wanted. My teenage years brought on a different type of mentality from the church people. They would come to me and tell me their problems and expect me to know all of the higher level spiritual stuff. It should have been obvious to them that I could not remember all of the cool church sayings. I had a real hard time with them because they didn't make any sense to me. We had to be washed in the blood of the lamb to be saved. Everyone had cows. We were to drink from the well of life. Everyone had running water. It is kinda tough to get saved when you can't find the right stuff to get saved with. People like to say that there is something wrong with preachers kids. I don't know why they can't figure that one out. We have to listen to the the crazy church people. We kept the parsonage clean, mowed the yard on Saturday, answered the phone, and directed people to the preacher when they came around. We were expected to lead the singing, pray when called on. I was a preachers kid who could not get the hang of church talk no matter how hard I tried. The last time I attended a Baptist Sunday school the teacher said "God rules the heavens but the devil rules the world!" I make a point not to drive down her street. Church talk has evolved over the years. There are expressions that I have never heard of. Some are very complex and I know that people have to work hard to remember their lines. They have to prove that they are worthy of Christiandom by getting their lines correct. It is not enough to say "I believe in God". I am like many of you who are taking the time to tell your stories here. I listened to the preacher throwing a tantrum and wondering what made him so mad and hoping that he would get over it before we went home. I remember the long invitations (alter calls). I would pray "Lord, I want to go home because I am hungry." Some long winded deacon was always called on the pray at the end of the service. "Lord, I will be good if you will make him stop praying." They never did so it was a sign to me it was OK to be bad. The church people expected it and God approved it. I can remember life as a preachers kid. The good church people delighted in “bringing in the sheaves”. Soon they would “throw stones” at other people in the community. The next thing I knew, they were claiming that they were the “future of the community”. One of the first prayers that I remember praying was “Lord please save me from the church people. Do I have to be like this to be a Christian? They are always crying and complaining and they seem not to be very happy.”

I can remember hearing a woman tell my mom that that preachers kids are the worst kind. It seemed only appropriate that I give the woman what she expected. It seemed expected of me to be bad so I made sure that the church people got what they wanted.

My teenage years brought on a different type of mentality from the church people. They would come to me and tell me their problems and expect me to know all of the higher level spiritual stuff. It should have been obvious to them that I could not remember all of the cool church sayings. I had a real hard time with them because they didn’t make any sense to me. We had to be washed in the blood of the lamb to be saved. Everyone had cows. We were to drink from the well of life. Everyone had running water. It is kinda tough to get saved when you can’t find the right stuff to get saved with.

People like to say that there is something wrong with preachers kids. I don’t know why they can’t figure that one out. We have to listen to the the crazy church people. We kept the parsonage clean, mowed the yard on Saturday, answered the phone, and directed people to the preacher when they came around. We were expected to lead the singing, pray when called on.

I was a preachers kid who could not get the hang of church talk no matter how hard I tried. The last time I attended a Baptist Sunday school the teacher said “God rules the heavens but the devil rules the world!” I make a point not to drive down her street.

Church talk has evolved over the years. There are expressions that I have never heard of. Some are very complex and I know that people have to work hard to remember their lines. They have to prove that they are worthy of Christiandom by getting their lines correct. It is not enough to say “I believe in God”.

I am like many of you who are taking the time to tell your stories here. I listened to the preacher throwing a tantrum and wondering what made him so mad and hoping that he would get over it before we went home. I remember the long invitations (alter calls). I would pray “Lord, I want to go home because I am hungry.” Some long winded deacon was always called on the pray at the end of the service. “Lord, I will be good if you will make him stop praying.” They never did so it was a sign to me it was OK to be bad. The church people expected it and God approved it.

]]> By: rell http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-546508 rell Fri, 10 Sep 2010 01:36:09 +0000 http://friendlyatheist.com/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-546508 Thank you so much Kari for putting into words the life that I struggle to define. I am (or rather was - parents no longer pastors) a PK. I can identify with every single aspect of what was written above (though I tried to find your blog and the link wouldn't work...). There is something to be said about this fish bowl life and you said it brilliantly. Unfortunately I was also an abused PK which made all the pretending even more profound. Sitting perfect, being the perfect child, the example, the "pure" one... all the while hiding the real truth. People are always quick to judge PK's for all the reasons which you state. The legacy of that upbringing will forever haunt me. rell Thank you so much Kari for putting into words the life that I struggle to define. I am (or rather was – parents no longer pastors) a PK.

I can identify with every single aspect of what was written above (though I tried to find your blog and the link wouldn’t work…).

There is something to be said about this fish bowl life and you said it brilliantly.

Unfortunately I was also an abused PK which made all the pretending even more profound. Sitting perfect, being the perfect child, the example, the “pure” one… all the while hiding the real truth.

People are always quick to judge PK’s for all the reasons which you state. The legacy of that upbringing will forever haunt me.

rell

]]> By: bman http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-540781 bman Sun, 29 Aug 2010 20:45:20 +0000 http://friendlyatheist.com/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-540781 I wish i could read your whole blog Kari you seem so smart! I also must live this lifestlye. I wish i could read your whole blog Kari you seem so smart! I also must live this lifestlye.

]]> By: AJ http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-539922 AJ Fri, 27 Aug 2010 16:50:05 +0000 http://friendlyatheist.com/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-539922 Kari- I am SO glad that someone is talking about this. I was raised a PK in the Pentecostal church and felt much of what you described. The funny thing in my situation is that it wasn't strictly my perception of what was expected of me. My parents (esp my Mom) would actually say that they expected me to be perfect and an example to the other kids. I had NO friends growing up (literally) because most of my dad's congregation was older people. I wasn't allowed to try to be friends with the neighborhood kids unless I could convince them to come to church with me because my parents never wanted me to be seen with the town's "riff-raff" or "little hooligans". Sundays after church in the summer, I wasn't allowed to play outside because Dad didn't want people to think I was a "little rogue" disrespecting the Sabbath. Ironically, they were fine with me sitting inside playing, or watching violent films on TV. They were obsessive about my appearance around boys. Once when I was about 7, I was in my neighbors shed looking for a butterfly net with her 12 yr old grandson, he pulled the door shut for all of 30 seconds because she was mowing the grass in front of it. When my parents found out they gave me a scalding lecture I will never forget. We never wore pants, had piercings, went to the movies, cut our hair or anything like that. I'm an avid music lover but I always struggled to get them to let me go to concerts. Even religious ones. Mom said I was "chasing married men" and she wouldn't have it.She called it idolatry if I found a band I liked. I was homeschooled so that also limited my contact with the outside world. It was a completeely isolated life. Even when I started college at 18, I was still living at home and so I was still the odd one out. It is an odd blurring of reality when your dad is also your pastor, because even on the rare occasions that we'd visit another church, he'd always leave pointing out why we shouldn't "take heed" to what that pastor said because he's wrong about this that or the other. That attitude made it so that we trusted and consulted no one about spiritual matters but him. He was the end all be all of religion. You're right about how you learn to fake it as well. I faked my entire childhood so well that after a while even I believed me a little bit. More so in my case because I was also hiding the fact that I was being abused. I felt terrible because I knew my whole life was a lie. There was the person my parents thought I was. A different person to each of my sisters. And the person that I wanted to be. I finally cracked and told my mom about the abuse when I was 16. She did nothing about it. She just worried that someone else would find out and wondered how I'd wear white on my wedding day. Nothing changed for me and I lived in hell another 4 years. I finally cracked again last Christmas and this time I told the preacher himself (my dad). He wondered not how I survived but how I "could do this to him". Said if I'd been smarter and stronger none of this would've happened and then said I was just trying to destory the family. To top all of that off, I found out that dear old preacher dad had numerous affairs and was a closet pedophile. That was all I could take. I moved out. I'm an agnostic now. I have piercings and tattoos and short black/blue hair and the best part is, there is only 1 version of myself now and everyone gets to see it. Kari-

I am SO glad that someone is talking about this. I was raised a PK in the Pentecostal church and felt much of what you described. The funny thing in my situation is that it wasn’t strictly my perception of what was expected of me. My parents (esp my Mom) would actually say that they expected me to be perfect and an example to the other kids. I had NO friends growing up (literally) because most of my dad’s congregation was older people. I wasn’t allowed to try to be friends with the neighborhood kids unless I could convince them to come to church with me because my parents never wanted me to be seen with the town’s “riff-raff” or “little hooligans”. Sundays after church in the summer, I wasn’t allowed to play outside because Dad didn’t want people to think I was a “little rogue” disrespecting the Sabbath. Ironically, they were fine with me sitting inside playing, or watching violent films on TV. They were obsessive about my appearance around boys. Once when I was about 7, I was in my neighbors shed looking for a butterfly net with her 12 yr old grandson, he pulled the door shut for all of 30 seconds because she was mowing the grass in front of it. When my parents found out they gave me a scalding lecture I will never forget.

We never wore pants, had piercings, went to the movies, cut our hair or anything like that. I’m an avid music lover but I always struggled to get them to let me go to concerts. Even religious ones. Mom said I was “chasing married men” and she wouldn’t have it.She called it idolatry if I found a band I liked. I was homeschooled so that also limited my contact with the outside world. It was a completeely isolated life. Even when I started college at 18, I was still living at home and so I was still the odd one out.

It is an odd blurring of reality when your dad is also your pastor, because even on the rare occasions that we’d visit another church, he’d always leave pointing out why we shouldn’t “take heed” to what that pastor said because he’s wrong about this that or the other. That attitude made it so that we trusted and consulted no one about spiritual matters but him. He was the end all be all of religion.

You’re right about how you learn to fake it as well. I faked my entire childhood so well that after a while even I believed me a little bit. More so in my case because I was also hiding the fact that I was being abused. I felt terrible because I knew my whole life was a lie. There was the person my parents thought I was. A different person to each of my sisters. And the person that I wanted to be. I finally cracked and told my mom about the abuse when I was 16. She did nothing about it. She just worried that someone else would find out and wondered how I’d wear white on my wedding day. Nothing changed for me and I lived in hell another 4 years.

I finally cracked again last Christmas and this time I told the preacher himself (my dad). He wondered not how I survived but how I “could do this to him”. Said if I’d been smarter and stronger none of this would’ve happened and then said I was just trying to destory the family. To top all of that off, I found out that dear old preacher dad had numerous affairs and was a closet pedophile.

That was all I could take. I moved out. I’m an agnostic now. I have piercings and tattoos and short black/blue hair and the best part is, there is only 1 version of myself now and everyone gets to see it.

]]> By: tibor http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-453905 tibor Thu, 15 Apr 2010 12:34:04 +0000 http://friendlyatheist.com/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-453905 What a great blog! Thanks Kari and all others. I myself am an only child PK, now in my 40s. I grew up in an immigrant Protestant church in NYC, fairly liberal I suppose, meaning that Dad didn't threaten anyone with Hell, but mom ain't liberal at all, politically nor religiously. They had forays into evangelical places which really scared me, including meeting some of their born again friends too many times. Dad, who was the minister, was actually rather open minded about certain things, like sex or at the very least, girls. They even let me listen to Led Zeppelin, but I imagine they had no clue about the occult stuff behind the band's inspiration. Yet, let me not let them off the hook so easily. I'm still single in my 40s because ultimately religious guilt about sex screwed me up. Well, it's probably more from mom, who was the more religious of the two. Sex is worse than killing Iraqis in the desert. This is paradoxical, because, even as a child, I sort of intuitively sensed that this Man in the Sky and Jesus stuff is nonsense, but "sort of" just "believed" in it anyway without taking the dogma and ritual seriously. Basically, from age 9 to 36 I was irreligious, whilst not being an atheist. I wasn't even agnostic, because I simply didn't think along those terms. At 36, I went to a Unitarian Universalist Church only to do some research for a grad school paper. Well, guess what, I loved it, and attended for four years. I still attend here and there, but attempted to go Protestant again in my original Christian Church. I go through the rituals of Communion, and praying, although the praying for me is more of a silent acknowlegement of something, as I suppose meditation at UU Church. What I'm saying, is, that, it's a suspension of disbelief, and Pascal's Wager. I'm not an Atheist, at least I don't think, but I'm intrigued by Atheism and Science. Perhaps Unitarian Universalism is then the right place for me, since I can be a skeptic within vestiges of liberal religion. There's no judgement of sexuality nor alternative sexual lifestyles. Great points above, about being a PK in a fishbowl. It was absolutely awful to be judged on a different barometer than the "wordly kids." I just hated it. Consequently it caused me to espouse Marxian, or at the very least egalitarian ideas, which I still believe in, not that I'd turn down a buck : ) What a great blog! Thanks Kari and all others. I myself am an only child PK, now in my 40s. I grew up in an immigrant Protestant church in NYC, fairly liberal I suppose, meaning that Dad didn’t threaten anyone with Hell, but mom ain’t liberal at all, politically nor religiously. They had forays into evangelical places which really scared me, including meeting some of their born again friends too many times. Dad, who was the minister, was actually rather open minded about certain things, like sex or at the very least, girls. They even let me listen to Led Zeppelin, but I imagine they had no clue about the occult stuff behind the band’s inspiration. Yet, let me not let them off the hook so easily. I’m still single in my 40s because ultimately religious guilt about sex screwed me up. Well, it’s probably more from mom, who was the more religious of the two. Sex is worse than killing Iraqis in the desert. This is paradoxical, because, even as a child, I sort of intuitively sensed that this Man in the Sky and Jesus stuff is nonsense, but “sort of” just “believed” in it anyway without taking the dogma and ritual seriously. Basically, from age 9 to 36 I was irreligious, whilst not being an atheist. I wasn’t even agnostic, because I simply didn’t think along those terms. At 36, I went to a Unitarian Universalist Church only to do some research for a grad school paper. Well, guess what, I loved it, and attended for four years. I still attend here and there, but attempted to go Protestant again in my original Christian Church. I go through the rituals of Communion, and praying, although the praying for me is more of a silent acknowlegement of something, as I suppose meditation at UU Church. What I’m saying, is, that, it’s a suspension of disbelief, and Pascal’s Wager. I’m not an Atheist, at least I don’t think, but I’m intrigued by Atheism and Science. Perhaps Unitarian Universalism is then the right place for me, since I can be a skeptic within vestiges of liberal religion. There’s no judgement of sexuality nor alternative sexual lifestyles.
Great points above, about being a PK in a fishbowl. It was absolutely awful to be judged on a different barometer than the “wordly kids.” I just hated it. Consequently it caused me to espouse Marxian, or at the very least egalitarian ideas, which I still believe in, not that I’d turn down a buck : )

]]> By: christine cross http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-449771 christine cross Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:29:54 +0000 http://friendlyatheist.com/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-449771 I am a 50-year old daughter, granddaughter and niece of very liberal Christian minsters. I am an atheist. I don't understand how ANY Christians of any denomination can judge anyone else's choices. It seems to me somehow "un-Christian" to judge others. I do follow the golden rule...maybe that's what I gleaned being raised in a "religious" house. I believe now that the mind is what creates ANY experience we have as living, breathing homo sapiens. There are studies showing that lesions on the brain, a certain part of the brain, in some Epilepsy patients, cause "religious" experiences. This to say that our brains are capable of some remarkable things. IOW, I believe that we create anything we believe with our brains. If you choose to create a Christian-faith-based existence, more power to you. If you choose to create a Quran-based-Muslim existence, knock yourself out. As for me, I have arrived at believing in the power of my own brain and its uncanny ability to understand sides of almost any issue..experience...what-have-you.... Including: our species produced a Hitler and a Gandhi, the Hutu/Tutsi genocides and Mother Theresa's minions soothing the leperous and poorest of our species... and so it goes and, I assume, will continue to go. We all coexist together. 139 billion (approx) of us have ever lived here on this blue-green planet, each of us adding to the "human experience"... Does it matter if there is a God or not? Why? I am a 50-year old daughter, granddaughter and niece of very liberal Christian minsters. I am an atheist. I don’t understand how ANY Christians of any denomination can judge anyone else’s choices.

It seems to me somehow “un-Christian” to judge others. I do follow the golden rule…maybe that’s what I gleaned being raised in a “religious” house.

I believe now that the mind is what creates ANY experience we have as living, breathing homo sapiens. There are studies showing that lesions on the brain, a certain part of the brain, in some Epilepsy patients, cause “religious” experiences. This to say that our brains are capable of some remarkable things.

IOW, I believe that we create anything we believe with our brains. If you choose to create a Christian-faith-based existence, more power to you. If you choose to create a Quran-based-Muslim existence, knock yourself out. As for me, I have arrived at believing in the power of my own brain and its uncanny ability to understand sides of almost any issue..experience…what-have-you….

Including: our species produced a Hitler and a Gandhi, the Hutu/Tutsi genocides and Mother Theresa’s minions soothing the leperous and poorest of our species… and so it goes and, I assume, will continue to go.

We all coexist together. 139 billion (approx) of us have ever lived here on this blue-green planet, each of us adding to the “human experience”…

Does it matter if there is a God or not? Why?

]]> By: Old Post (page 2) « Dear Cannonist – A gay Atheist personal Experiment http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-380505 Old Post (page 2) « Dear Cannonist – A gay Atheist personal Experiment Sat, 24 Oct 2009 21:30:25 +0000 http://friendlyatheist.com/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-380505 [...] the parents that the child learns hatred and corruption.  Isn’t it always said that being the preacher’s kid is the worst, they even have a name for it Preacher’s Kid Syndrome?  If a preacher cannot bring their own [...] [...] the parents that the child learns hatred and corruption.  Isn’t it always said that being the preacher’s kid is the worst, they even have a name for it Preacher’s Kid Syndrome?  If a preacher cannot bring their own [...]

]]> By: katie http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-320419 katie Thu, 18 Jun 2009 20:13:24 +0000 http://friendlyatheist.com/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-320419 Kari- I just wanted to say that I'm glad you've come to peace with your own spirituality and that you had the strength and conviction to find a community that was the right fit. Interestingly, I am also a PK, but i'm a UUPK, so i didn't quite have the same experience. I hardly ever resented my dad for being a minister, but i did have some tough times in junior high. Mostly, though it was because i had to explain what UU was to a bunch of uuber conservative christians at my school. Now that I'm older (turning 30 next month), I fully appreciate all the ways that my dad's ministry positively affected my life and the person I have become. I moved to a new city and thought i would really like a church where not everyone knows who I am, but really it just makes me appreciate my home congregation. namaste and blessed be, katie sev Kari-
I just wanted to say that I’m glad you’ve come to peace with your own spirituality and that you had the strength and conviction to find a community that was the right fit. Interestingly, I am also a PK, but i’m a UUPK, so i didn’t quite have the same experience. I hardly ever resented my dad for being a minister, but i did have some tough times in junior high. Mostly, though it was because i had to explain what UU was to a bunch of uuber conservative christians at my school.

Now that I’m older (turning 30 next month), I fully appreciate all the ways that my dad’s ministry positively affected my life and the person I have become. I moved to a new city and thought i would really like a church where not everyone knows who I am, but really it just makes me appreciate my home congregation.

namaste and blessed be,
katie sev

]]> By: Penny Stuart http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-288111 Penny Stuart Mon, 23 Mar 2009 18:33:15 +0000 http://friendlyatheist.com/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-288111 You know I have been a PK for 48 years. Was it easy? no, did we go thru alot of bad stuff? More that I care to share. But you know what the negative has got to go... The best part of all of this is that I know God, I see God, I hear God and I have a wonderful relationship with HIM. Get over the negative at look towards the positive. Maybe get over the poor me syndrome and start thanking God for who he is. No matter if you were PK or not we all experience life and I thank God I had that extra religious upbringing. For I know that God is with me through it all. And for all those whe mistreated us. God bless them and we as PK's should be praying for them. You know I have been a PK for 48 years. Was it easy? no, did we go thru alot of bad stuff? More that I care to share. But you know what the negative has got to go… The best part of all of this is that I know God, I see God, I hear God and I have a wonderful relationship with HIM. Get over the negative at look towards the positive. Maybe get over the poor me syndrome and start thanking God for who he is. No matter if you were PK or not we all experience life and I thank God I had that extra religious upbringing. For I know that God is with me through it all. And for all those whe mistreated us. God bless them and we as PK’s should be praying for them.

]]> By: binchint http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-243456 binchint Fri, 07 Nov 2008 06:45:53 +0000 http://friendlyatheist.com/2008/06/04/being-the-preachers-kid/#comment-243456 Hi i am also a PK, 23yrs old of FJC church. When i was still in my elementary and high school days, i've also felt and went through those feelings. Like my friends are able to go to places where i shouldn't be at for the reason that other people might stumble, even though i don't have any intention to do something bad, etc. But it didn't give me any reason to dislike my being a pk. In fact, i am so happy that i am one and i understand their reasons. God is blessing our family due to reason that we are "His anointed". My parents are doing their part and i, too, should do my part by behaving myself. As Pk's, we need to see the whole picture why we have so many restrictions in life, though we know we won't do anything wrong. It's our duty to BE AN EXAMPLE to others - it's our purpose. It won't be easy for us to follow and control ourselves unless we see the reason and have a relationship with God. It's hard to follow the rules if we don't know or understand what it is for. Let's all remember that God didn't put us here on earth just to enjoy. We are here for a purpose. This world is not a perfect one. That's why we have to do our best to get to heaven when the time comes. And it is our duty to bring as many as we can with us. We are so blessed to be PK's, maybe we are just not seeing it. It's just a matter of perspective. Let's change our angles and view everything from a more optimistic side. WE ARE ALL SO BLESSED! So lets endure all these. Let's GO and DO our best for God. GodblesU all. Jesus loves you. Hi i am also a PK, 23yrs old of FJC church. When i was still in my elementary and high school days, i’ve also felt and went through those feelings. Like my friends are able to go to places where i shouldn’t be at for the reason that other people might stumble, even though i don’t have any intention to do something bad, etc. But it didn’t give me any reason to dislike my being a pk. In fact, i am so happy that i am one and i understand their reasons. God is blessing our family due to reason that we are “His anointed”. My parents are doing their part and i, too, should do my part by behaving myself. As Pk’s, we need to see the whole picture why we have so many restrictions in life, though we know we won’t do anything wrong. It’s our duty to BE AN EXAMPLE to others – it’s our purpose. It won’t be easy for us to follow and control ourselves unless we see the reason and have a relationship with God. It’s hard to follow the rules if we don’t know or understand what it is for. Let’s all remember that God didn’t put us here on earth just to enjoy. We are here for a purpose. This world is not a perfect one. That’s why we have to do our best to get to heaven when the time comes. And it is our duty to bring as many as we can with us. We are so blessed to be PK’s, maybe we are just not seeing it. It’s just a matter of perspective. Let’s change our angles and view everything from a more optimistic side. WE ARE ALL SO BLESSED!
So lets endure all these. Let’s GO and DO our best for God. GodblesU all. Jesus loves you.

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