As I sit here at my computer, trying to think of a slant for this article, my mind is flitting back over almost 20 years of ministry. It flies back to the day my husband, Spence, came in the door of our cabin near Dawson City, Yukon, laughing because our pastor had just predicted that Spence would be in the ministry some day. I didn’t laugh. I also remember the words my brother-in-law spoke the day before I married Spence. He said if I stuck with his brother, I’d never be bored. Both predictions have proven true.
Just two years after the day Spence laughed about going into ministry, we were on our way to Bible College. A few years after that, we arrived at our first (and, so far, only) pastorate in Alberta. I have never been bored.
Over the years, I have heard horror stories about ministry couples – the damage done by their congregations or by themselves – and I thank God that we have had no such traumas to endure. We have struggled from time-to-time, as all people do, as we tried to find our purpose, God’s intent and a balance between the demands of the vocation and the need to guard our energies and family-time. Even in the struggles, we were blessed.
I think back to a re-entry period when we returned from a year’s sabbatical on the mission field. God taught me so much about myself and Himself in that one year; it was difficult to process it all. Then, returning to North American culture and the North American Church almost destroyed my relationship with our church and the people God had given us to lead. But, in the struggle, I was blessed. I arrived on the far side of that mountain knowing that the Church, as dysfunctional and flawed as it is, truly is God’s design. I felt privileged to be a pastor’s wife.
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Marcia Laycock and her husband left their first pastorate in August 2007 to begin again with a new church plant. Visit her website at Vinemarc.com.