And of course there was the inevitable question: Who was I when I went home to my wife and kids? They knew the real me, not “the Reverend.” They didn’t want a pastor at home; they wanted me. This was getting complicated. I was becoming lots of things to many people. How was I to juggle all these roles? Could I take on so many roles with integrity?
And who were we, my wife and I, when we were together? People had as many or more expectations of her, the “first lady” of the church. She wasn’t just another woman, and we were not an ordinary family. Like it or not, we were models for the community. The question for us was, models of what?