From time to time, a stereotypical rumor will get started concerning some preacher somewhere, namely that he is running around with his secretary or piano player. In my case, this is entirely true, and I hope that it will continue to be so for a very long time since I am married to the amazing woman who fills both of those roles. Thus it is that our church has an unusual paradigm; if the pastor here ISN’T running around with the secretary and piano player there is a problem.
Anyway, as my secretary, with an office right next door to mine, she and I have recently come to provide a rather excellent study into the divinely ordained differences between men and women. By that, I mean that, after 14 years in her “new” office in our new building, she recently uttered the words that horrify any man:
“I’m thinking of changing things around in here.”
When we moved from the hole to the hill in our town, we along with a few of our members physically built our 10,000-square-foot building, including our own offices. The project took us two and a half years, but we saved an enormous amount of money by doing all of the labor ourselves. We have since built a matching 10,000-square-foot building that serves as our gymnasium and family life center. That project took us four years, and at this point, if anyone even whispers the words “building project,” they are likely to be summarily executed.
But I digress. The main point of all of this is still the frightening words, “I’m thinking of changing things around in here.”