Sometimes being a clergyman hurt. O

Sometimes being a clergyman hurt. One day I was playing with my children in the yard between the church and parsonage. A big logging truck roared by. The driver honked his horn and gave me an obscene gesture. It bothered me—deeply. Who was I that I should get that kind of abuse? The guy didn’t know me. He just saw a pastor and gave me his load of anger and resentment. Then one day when I was jogging, I stopped to talk to a farmer on his tractor. He was part of the church, and we had an interesting conversation. As I jogged off, he yelled, “If you had a real job, you wouldn’t need to run around like that!” I knew he was teasing, but beneath all humor lies some truth. Who am I to him? I wondered. My daily walk to the post office took on added meaning.

結果 (繁體中文) 1:

有時被牧師傷害。一天我跟我的孩子在教會和牧師之間的院子裡玩。大測井車怒吼著。司機按他的喇叭，給了我一個下流的手勢。它讓人心煩 — — 深深地。我讓那種濫用一用，應該是誰?這傢伙不知道我。他只是看到一位牧師，給了我他的憤怒和怨恨的負荷。然後有一天我跑步時，我停下來跟一個農夫對他的拖拉機。他是教會的一部分，我們有一個有趣的談話。當我離開，他喊道，"如果你有一份真正的工作，你就不需要到處跑!"我知道他在戲弄你，但在所有幽默背後著一些真相。我對他是誰?我不知道。我每天步行去郵局了添加的意義。

結果 (繁體中文) 2:

有時被牧師傷害。有一天，我和我的孩子玩在教會和牧師之間的院子裡。一個大測井車呼嘯著通過。司機狂按喇叭他的喇叭，給了我一個下流的手勢。它困擾著我，深深的。誰是我，我應該得到那樣的虐待？這傢伙不認識我。他只是看到了一個牧師，給了我他的憤怒和怨恨的負荷。然後有一天，當我跑步，我停下來跟他的拖拉機農民。他是教會的一部分，我們有一個有趣的對話。正如我慢跑了，他喊道：“如果你有一個真正的工作，你就不需要這樣亂跑！”我知道他在戲弄，但所有的幽默之下謊言一定的道理。我是誰他嗎？我想知道。我每天步行到郵局承擔了補充的意義。