A Conversation With My Non-Christian Mom About Being A Pastor.

My mom asks me what it’s like to be a pastor, and how hard it must be to get so involved with so many lives.  She says, “It has to be like living with a bunch of people all at once” — and that was probably the best description I’ve heard of ministry.

At one point my mom says, “Be careful though.  If you blow up just once, you’ll never be respected ever again.”  She said this was true in marriage, in parenting, in business, at home.

I had to disagree here.  I couldn’t believe in “You mess up one time and it’s over.”  My mom kept repeating, “No, when someone blows up on me one time, I cut them off and it’s done.  Because they’re showing me who they really are and they’re just a low-class nobody.”

So I tell her: “Mom, you know: I’ve hung out with people long enough to see them the moment after they blow up, that part when they regret what they said and wish they could take it back and want to re-do the whole thing all over again.  No one sees that part.  I see it all the time.  The look in their eyes, like they just want to punish themselves.  Their stammering confession.  The guilt.  This idea that they thought they were making progress, but suddenly they melted down, so they doubt that they’ve ever done anything good.  It kills them.  I talk to these same people at 3am and they can’t sleep because they think their life is over from their one mess-up, and they’re convinced that one time marks them forever.

“But the thing is that we’re all pretty crazy inside.  Seriously, I thought I was pretty crazy, but church people are really crazy.”  At this, my mom laughs.  “I mean we all are, more or less, you know.  There’s this thing that lives inside us that’s not really us.  I mean you see a person’s fault and flaws and they’re lashing out and everything” — and I sweep my hand to show a flat surface — “but underneath this is something very broken and hurting and needy” — and I make a fist to show a curled up soul below it all.  “There’s this back-story and upbringing and a long history behind their actions, and it doesn’t excuse what they did, but it’s an explanation.  If I can get there, and not attack where they messed up, then maybe they can change for the next thirty years.  Maybe we can break out of that pattern.

“I mean I’ve said and done a lot of things I want to take back too: but I hope no one ever just writes me off for some tantrum I had when I was seven.  I’m sure you had some moment like that, but the people who love you didn’t hold it against you very long. Even if what we did is wrong, or we mess it up more than once, I don’t think anyone is beyond change or forgiveness or redeeming themselves.  I think God knows that too.”

My mom nods, slowly.  Her face has changed a little.  She is seeing the stirrings of grace.

She gives me a long hug before I leave her place.  I think she is tearing up, or it’s just the street light.  She knows the person I used to be, that selfish horrible kid who threw things and used up people and cursed God at the top of my lungs.  She tells me, “I’m glad you have God.  If you can see people that way, then maybe God is good for something.”

I tell her, “I’m not always like that.  It’s hard.  But God understands that too.”

— J.S.

13 thoughts on “A Conversation With My Non-Christian Mom About Being A Pastor.

  1. This is the God me as I teach and interact with children – looking past their behavior to the WHY, just what you are talking about. It’s that explanation, that backstory that we all have that, like you said, doesn’t excuse behavior but explain it. This is something I often discuss with my mom. While working at a daycare for four years in a low income area, I learned a lot about generational sin and culture-wide brokenness. If all a child ever hears is cuss words and profanity, why wouldn’t they repeat those words? That doesn’t make awful language in a kindergarten classroom okay but it allows those in charge the opportunity to show compassion and love, which works better than any behavior chart or loss of recess. Anyway, this is important. We will be recognized as His disciples because our love for each other. Our unconditional, not-giving-up-even-when-we’ve-been-hurt love for each other. Thanks for being that for your church, your community, and your mom.


    1. Thank you for sharing this. I think the need for grace is never more apparent than in a broken place where children are spiritually deformed by their situation. While I absolutely believe in the choices we make and both the wisdom and consequences involved, I also believe that we are still frail humans who need grace and lifting up. Thank you again for telling us this side of things and digging deep.


  2. That’s the key for me, that those who love stick with us somehow. Those whose “love” was a fraud, put on or for their benefit give up when it gets messy.
    May your words spoken to family and written in your blog, cut through the systematic theology to 3-D living – in colour and stereo sound!


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