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Friday
This is my confession: I'm a Preacher's Kid, too.
I read with interest my fellow BOLD writer Carmen Fletcher's "Confessions of a Preacher Kid: Chelsea Stanton". I can relate. Me, too.
I actually come from a long ministerial line; my great-grandfather, Clarence, grandfather, Joseph, and grandmother, Bernice, all did pulpit time. In addition, my dad, stepmom, an uncle and a couple of cousins are carrying on the family legacy, and my brother most recently felt the call.
I, on the other hand, have no intention of donning any robe other than for the bath.
The other day, I was e-chatting with a friend from Chicago, who is also a PK. In the midst of decscribing her incredibly busy life, she mentioned belonging to a group of atheists/skeptics. Yesterday, while working on a post for my blog, my interview subject, a NYC vegan chef, shared how her grandfather was a pastor, but how she no longer belongs to any particular religion. She is, in her words, highly spiritual.
Oh, we Pks. Dusty Springfield famously sang, "The only one who could ever reach me/
Was the son of a preacher man/ The only boy who could ever teach me/ Was the son of a preacher man". Common raps in "Go", "Freaky like a daughter of a pastor/ said I was bait for her to master/ Little red corvette now she was faster". In pop music parlance, PK is short hand for undercover freak.
Carmen writes of the "common perception of Preacher Kids is that they are symbols of perfection...". Are we naughty? Are we nice?
Speaking as a PK, I'd say, we are both. Some of us are ministers. Some are atheists. Some don't like such labels. Some like to channel Prince and be that little red corvette. I, am quite comfortable, as previously stated, in my yellow bathrobe.
As I've grown older, I've learned to value some of the aspects of being a PK, such as being fluent in Christianese, having a boatload of Scriptures imprinted on my brain, and being able to sing the great American Christian Music songbook off the top of my head, from "At The Cross" to "I Am a Friend of God". On that last point though, please remember I said "sing" not "sing well". I don't wear choirrobes, either.
If I could give any advice to fellow PKs, it would be, like Chelsea, to make your own path in life. Although I'm a Christian, I haven't been a member of any of my family's churches since I graduated high school. Know God for yourself. Figure out what you believe and why you believe it. And lastly, try to cut your parents some slack. So they forced you to usher/lead youth group/teach Sunday School/go to Vacation Bible School. They aren't perfect, and neither are we.
Alisha De Freitas blogs at East of Eden.
Tuesday
Confessions of a Preacher Kid: Chelsea Stanton
If you don't remember anything else
Remember this...
I believe your storm is over
I believe your rain is gone away
I believe you'll make it through it
I believe its already done
- "I believe" James Fortune
Lyrics that Chelsea Stanton hums and repeats to keep her grounded in faith in a secular world that is deemed unfit for the child of a Preacher.
The common perception of Preacher Kids is that they are symbols of perfection and because of that they are scrutinized to the 9th degree for everything that they do whether good or bad. Your life is rightfully under the protective watch of your parents, but even more so by people who choose to 'throw stones' at any and everything you do. It is the closest thing to being a royal when you are surrounded by a tight community that looks to your family as a symbol of hopeful perfection. Such a role is a pestering honor when all the children want to do is live their lives. This is the story of Chelsea Stanton and how she broke free from the life of a Preacher Kid.
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Chelsea
(Right) and Sister (Left) Photo provided by Chelsea |
"I think my biggest pet peeve would have to be the reaction I received from people when I told them I was a preacher's kid," Chelsea explains, " People would say 'preacher's kids are the worst' or they would tell me I was a 'goody two shoes'. That always created pressure for me. I was expected to be really bad or really good."
These
type of reactions made it harder for Chelsea to go through the normal childhood
and teenage conflicts openly. Her parents did their level best to guard Chelsea
and her sister from a secular childhood, by monitoring what they listened to,
watched, or did outside the home; like most parents do. As she got older their
actions made it harder for her to create a balance between a normal childhood
and her heightened status. When peer pressure conflicts arose she would easily
fall into the 'yes I can do it' trap and ended up ultimately feeling alone
amongst friends because of the post-judgment of her actions.
Nevertheless she was always able to turn to her mother in a time of crisis or
confusion. Her mother would pray with, but never preach to her so that the
issue was always met at a mutual level of understanding.
"Once
I got a firm stance in my relationship with God, peer pressure no longer ruled
over my life. I believe that because I am a Preacher's kid, the expectation for
me to do well will always be higher. People are always going to expect more of
me because of this label. As long as I meet the expectations of God, I don't
care what people expect of me," Chelsea stated.

On
her continuous path of discovery she made friends with people of all different
faith backgrounds which strengthened her relationship with God. She values her
faith even more because of the enlightenment provided by her interactions with
all types of people. It is because of those interactions that she is continuing
to pursue a career in criminal justice, so that she may be the spiritual
warrior on the battlefield and inside the church. a When asked about her path
to fulfill her dream Chelsea opened up about how our dreams and desires are
truly God's plan laid out for us.
"My
dream is to raise a family to the best of my ability with the same faith-base I
was raised under. I do want to pursue a career in the criminal justice field,
but sometimes I believe the path God has chosen for me is ministry...no it's
not just because my father is a pastor. I have always been taught as long as I
am in God's plan my dreams are His desires for me. Fortunately my dreams were
never criticized by outsiders and my parents fully support me in whatever I do.
Even when I start to doubt my dreams my Mother always pulls me back on
track," Chelsea stated.
While
Chelsea still has the stamp of Preacher's Kid, she wears it proudly in full
support of her parents ministry...in her own way. Meanwhile when the
occasion calls for it she is able to have open conversations about faith to
show the power of God's grace and word. The perception would be that she is
preaching to crowds, but that is not nearly the case. She embraces people for
who they are regardless of their backgrounds and simply shares the spirit of
God without judgment. Now that she has lived her life under the microscope she
is ready to show the world who she really is and offers some final words of
advice for parents and children in ministry.
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Photo courtesy of Juana Larena's English Blog |
"The
best advice I could give a preacher's kid is to not give your parents a hard
time. They are doing the best they can possibly do, while juggling a family and
congregation. I did not come to this realization until I was older and saw how
the stress of keeping both happy affected my parents. The best advice I could
give Preacher parents is to not expect your children to be perfect. The more
pressure you place on them, the more they are going to push back. Let them be
children. Just as you weren't perfect, they are not going to be perfect
either."
Wednesday
MOTHER OF GOD: MOTHER OF YOU
Image used from theidproject.org; Mother's Day: What makes an essential mother; Artist Kolonoj. |
We are beings carved into
perfection in the womb of a woman who bends, breaks, stresses, loves, fights,
protects and leads us into a world unfit in her eyes to receive such a
gift. We are the beings blessed with love
that awakens our spirits and makes the woman complete; a mother. Her urge to
keep us close to her protective womb never ends as we grow further from her
reach. Just as Mary had to let her son go on to be a leader and eventually a
savior, our mothers must also let us go and be the gift to the world we were
meant to be. Who are we to dishonor the wishes of a woman that transformed her
very being so that she can give us life? How do we honor the spirit from which
we came?
When Mary was told by the angel that she was to receive the son of God and his name would be Jesus, she was frightened and ridiculed for her claim. She did not allow the jeers to determine the love in the womb, because she knew that God had given her a gift and welcomed it in her spirit. What if she said no? What if God chose her to be the vessel in which He would take human form and she said absolutely not out of selfish fear? What would the world be without her contribution?
When Mary was told by the angel that she was to receive the son of God and his name would be Jesus, she was frightened and ridiculed for her claim. She did not allow the jeers to determine the love in the womb, because she knew that God had given her a gift and welcomed it in her spirit. What if she said no? What if God chose her to be the vessel in which He would take human form and she said absolutely not out of selfish fear? What would the world be without her contribution?
Some women who are blessed to receive a gifted soul are bitter from the evils of the world and unwilling to change their spirits for the sake of their child. The pain that passes through the birth canal is their own and forms a womb of wickedness in which the child grows up to be destructive and derailed. The discipline and serenity sought from the eyes of the wandering soul we know as a child is gone without. Then they too become of the wicked world not a spirit in the form of a human being...and the cycle continues. These women cry out in oblivious wonder and rage about why their child has become of the world. Seldom is it considered that the demons the child wears outwardly are the demons that dwell in the mother; or were welcomed to be implanted in her irresponsibly. Fortunately women who are unable to experience the transition of a spirit to a human are still able to connect to the spirits seeking a womb.

When we look in the mirror what do we see? Do we only see the features borrowed from our parents that formed us? Do we see the scars left from our birth in to independence? There has to be some recognition that we are who we are because of those that wrapped us in the womb of love. We cannot charge all of our success to the world that did not embrace us initially. Our mother's, in whatever form, had to make us who we are so that the world would respect our presence. The greatest honor that we as children can give them is to be who they were unable to be or rise higher than their expectations. We owe them our lives because they sacrificed their time, their knowledge, the strength, and more wrapped up in a welcomed burden called love. When you awaken after washing the previous worries from your heart, dedicate the day to honoring the spirit(s) that had to bring you through and into the world.
I say with all the gratitude and honor in my heart that my days and continued growth are dedicated to these women who created several wombs for me to be nourished and released into the world: Susan (Mother), Jasmine (Sister), Helen (Paternal Grandmother), Carrie (Maternal Grandmother), Evelyn (Great Aunt), Eva (Great Aunt), Sheila (step-mother), Joyce (surrogate mother), Christy (surrogate mother/friend), Shawn (surrogate mother), Kimberly (surrogate mother/friend), Marcia (friend).
By
Carmen Fletcher
Whenever your mother is disciplining
you, hear the joyful encouragement behind her tone. When the laughs are too
loud and the jokes are too corny smile and know that they hold a special place
in your heart. When you're discouraged remember that they worked too hard and
gave so much of them in you to give up. When you're sad replay every memory to
strengthen and bring you joy. When they're gone and you miss them, look to
the stars and remember that they promised to hold you a place in
Glory.
We owe our success, our strength,
our happiness, and our growth to our mothers no matter the form they are in.
Stand with pride for the transcending and transformation of spirits of the
generations before and to come.
It is because the mother of God
opened her spirit that we now know the love of a mother.
How will you give thanks this Mother's
Day?
Please shout out the name of the
mother(s) you cherish below.
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