Clergy Child’s Lament

I’m not a clergy-child, but this is well worth thinking about (especially for those who know clergy and their children)

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I didn’t choose it
You called my parents to it
You made a place for me
Where I thought there was none
Out of my comfort zone
And into Your calling

‘Incarnational ministry’, they call it
‘Invasion of personal space’, I respond
My house is not my own
My time is other people’s
My life is a sermon illustration
I am to be an example to all
I apologise for things that are not my fault
I welcome in the stranger
I make small talk with anyone
‘Tea or coffee? We have plenty’
Is my battle cry

I smile politely at the personal comments
About my weight
My hair
My intelligence
My family
My life

I will share anything with them
Including my parents
My dog
My sofa
My home
My life
I will share anything with them
Except my mug.

I didn’t choose it
You called my parents to…

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