I actually asked my husband about it (since he grew up in the parsonage) and he remembered this. He said that when they moved it was almost as if everyone had died, and yet you couldn\u2019t grieve them because they were really still alive, they just weren\u2019t a part of your life any longer. <\/p>\n
Families with kids who have game nights with your family, exchange babysitting on a regular basis, you have sleepovers with their kids. Now you never see them again.<\/em> <\/p>\n Grandparent figures who throw you birthday parties and give you gifts. Now you never hear from them again. <\/em><\/p>\n And that\u2019s not even counting all the people who pretend to be friendly so they can try to influence the Pastor to change something about how the church is run.<\/p>\n My husband said that he learned not to get to close to anyone, since they eventually they would be gone. This has even affected his ability to make deep friendships and trust people.<\/p>\n I\u2019m not sure how to handle this dilemma of false intimacy. On the one hand I want my children to be friendly, I am glad they have safe people they can be with and feel loved by. <\/p>\n I understand that many times when people live far away from family, they don\u2019t have the instant feeling of closeness that ministry creates. Since we are the Pastor\u2019s family, everyone in the church feels as though they know us, creating this atmosphere easy affection. <\/p>\n But it isn\u2019t really that deep. <\/p>\n
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