A couple of Sunday mornings ago, I
was hanging out in the “coffee commons” talking to a parishioner/friend. Our children are similar in age, so we often
find ourselves together at church functions. Not too far into our conversation a couple of other women came and sat
down at our table and joined the conversation. I had never met these two women before (it’s a fairly big congregation
and we’ve been at this church less than a year), but my friend knew them. We all chatted for at least 10 minutes before
we got around to actually introducing ourselves. I decided not to tell these women that I was
the pastor’s spouse, I just introduced myself as Julie. My friend, however, did mention that I was
married to the pastor, which seemed to take the women by surprise. I explained that I sometimes don’t let on who
I am because it occasionally makes people uncomfortable or they feel like they
can’t be themselves around me. Whenever
possible, I like to let people get to know me for me before their expectations
or assumptions of the “preacher’s wife” get thrown into the mix.
Being able
to get to know others without the designation “preacher’s wife” is a
luxury. In the relatively small
communities where we have and are serving churches, I often run into
parishioners at the store or the ball fields, and almost always get introduced
as the preacher’s wife (sometimes without even my first name). Sometimes it bugs me that I don’t get to be
just Julie, like many of our parishioners get to be just Sarah or Dan. I would like to be sure that the
conversations I’m having with people in the community are not being filtered
through the assumption that there are things they are not supposed to say to
me. One of my personal goals as a clergy
spouse is to help people see that clergy families are very much like most other
people.
That said, I have learned that
being introduced as the preacher’s spouse comes with the territory, and rather
than resent it I try to see it as an opportunity for possibility. It opens the possibility of relationships to
which I might not otherwise have access.
It opens the possibility of being able to minister to someone who
doesn’t otherwise have anyone to whom they feel they can turn. It gives people the chance to get to know me
and see just how normal (and imperfect) clergy families are.
How is it for you when you are
identified as the minister’s spouse? Is
it something you celebrate, loathe, or somewhere in between?
Julie
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