Anyone who grew up in a parsonage knows that “PK” stands for “preacher’s kid.” Very early on, I rebelled against that label. But I wasn’t rejecting my father, my family or the faith. When people called me a “preacher’s kid,” I bluntly told them my father wasn’t a preacher – he was a pastor. There’s a difference. My father turned 81 this week and I thought this would be a good time to say that I’m still proud of his... Read more