(Pastor’s) Wifely Duties
September 7th, 2010
I will be the first to admit that I am not what you might call a typical (stereotypical?) “Pastor’s Wife.” I don’t sing in the choir. I steadfastly refuse to become a deaconess. I sometimes play hooky in favor of eating brunch. And if the congregation knew the gritty details of many of my theological viewpoints, they’d probably keel over.
That being said, let the record show that I spent this evening dutifully sorting donations to our church rummage sale being held this Saturday. I only lasted about an hour. Bending and lifting are two things I don’t do well these days and eventually they sent me home complaining of back ache, reflux, and contractions. These are the sacrifices we make in the name of church and country. Or just church.
I’m not a big rummage sale person. I know you can find amazing deals at garage sales and the like, but I usually just don’t have the stamina to sort through the mountains of crap in order to find the treasures.
But here’s hoping that the bargain hunters turn out in force for our big event on Saturday. I’ve been given strict orders not to go into labor until after the sale is over!