Fairview Baptist Tabernacle
Friday, September 22, 2017
Staying Connected
 Archived Pastor's Desk 2017.01.22

January 22 – January 28
Scripture Passage:  “Hear O Israel: The Lord our God is one Lord:  And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.  And these words which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: And thou shalt teach them diligently to your children, and shalt talk of them when thou sit in thine house, and when thou walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise up.”   Deuteronomy 6: 4-7
Dear Friends,
      I had an epiphany the other day.  I thought you might be interested in what is like in a pastor’s house, so I asked my wife and children to write down a few words to share with you.  I knew my girls would be excited and willing to do it, but I questioned whether my son and Patty would be as affable.  They are friendly outgoing persons, but a little more reserved about addressing a group.  To my surprise, (and joy,)   Patrick did his the night I asked him and e-mailed it to me.  I cannot express to you how special this is to me.  These are things I have never heard him talk about and I am thankful to God that the good has outweighed the bad growing up as a preacher’s kid.  (PK)  After you read this, I know that you are going to be waiting in anticipation each week for the next child’s letter to come out.  I can hardly contain myself for I do not know what they are going to say either.  Here is the first in the series and comes from my son, Patrick.   
Perspective of a Preacher’s Kid
Life in a preacher’s family is just how you would expect: “perfect”!  (Haha! Just kidding.) Actually I would describe life in a preacher’s family as blessed but also challenging at times.  As far as being involved in the church as a kid, it was never a question of where we were going on a Sunday morning, Sunday night, or Wednesday night; I knew it was church.  The majority of the kids in my neighborhood didn’t attend church unless they went with me. So I would let them know we were going to have food after church or play some kind of game before church and they would usually go with me.  (As a side note, I also never volunteered or signed up for plays and programs at church, but somehow I always ended up being in them. I didn’t even realize there were sign-up sheets until I was about 16.)  I am thankful that I grew up that way - with parents who consistently took us to church.  That has carried over into my adult life and will be how I raise my child.   
It was challenging growing up with expectations of perfection, not from my parents, but from other kids.  You’re either too “goody-goody” or “not supposed to do that, you’re a preacher’s kid”. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been one to cuss or be disrespectful; I just like to laugh and have fun.  I have a unique sense of humor, like my mom, so I would say and do things that I thought were funny and other kids would say... “You can’t say or do that; you’re a preacher’s kid”. I still get that comment occasionally even at 28 years old.  So it was somewhat of a struggle in school not knowing exactly how to act.   
I have great parents.  No one knows all the sacrifices they have made in the church or out in the community:  all the time my dad has spent studying and preparing for all the sermons he has preached, weddings, funerals, hospital visits, late-night phone calls he receives… the list goes on.  My mom is right there with him in most cases and is active in her own ministries cooking meals, planning events for women, and teaching classes for the little kids at church.   
Is being raised in a preacher’s family perfect? No.  But my passion for Jesus, heart for ministries, love for my family, and my work ethic are all results of growing up as a “preacher’s kid”.  Thank you, Dad and Mom, for your leadership.  Love you.
Patrick Carr