Thoughts from a pastor’s husband…
Most would not consider ours to be a typical pastor’s family. My wife is not a typical pastor, and I don’t just say that because I think she is extraordinary. It is just true. Both of us went to seminary; she has an MA and I am the one with an M.Div. But calling doesn’t always follow education. I happily work in the financial industry, and at age 35 while running a small business and raising 3 kids, Alice learned she had the gift of teaching. So fourteen years ago she entered her career as a teaching pastor serving the first seven of those as a lay teacher.
So, I don’t speak for every pastor’s husband. At the same time, I wonder how many pastors’ husbands feel atypical.
Here is some of what we have learned over the last fourteen years:
1.) One of the most powerful ways I can support her is to honor her call. It is good to rejoice in each other’s giftedness. I am thrilled that my wife has the gift of teaching and that our church recognizes, uses, and honors that gift. I learn from her and am challenged by her teaching. I love to talk to her about what I am learning, about how God uses her gift to teach me, and about how grateful I am she is stepping fully into the gifts God has given to her. The most powerful thing a pastor’s husband can do is drop his ego and cheer his wife on!
2.) I recognize how invigorating but also draining Sunday morning is for her. Many Sundays she will have preached 3 back-to-back services often for over 1,000 people, while other Sundays she has to press the speed limit to get from one rural venue to the next for overlapping worship services. Her particular teaching style, though steeped in research, prayer, and study, is also personal and full of honest stories about our life, her life, and very often, her struggles and failures. It didn’t take long to realize that she is spent when she finally arrives home. For many, Sunday is a day of rest, but not for teaching pastors. Their heart has been on their sleeve all morning and is often a bit battered at the end of the run. She gets responses across the spectrum from being a 65 year old man’s favorite teacher to having visitors walk out because they did not expect or believe in the validity of a female preacher. A freshly prepared omelet, virgin Sunday newspapers, and a turned down bed seem to be the least I can offer. These simple gifts are often met with a weary and very grateful smile. When the kids were young, they joined in this process and knew that mom was “off the grid” for the rest of the afternoon.
Mutual support, sacrifice, and engagement in each other’s lives are how we attempt to honor God and one another. I am her biggest fan though our dog is a close second!