My wife, Joyce, told me one time that she had a box on the shelf in the closet that I was not to look into. Now, that got my curiosity. Knowing that, she said, "Adrian, promise me you'll never look in that box."
Well, she happened to go shopping, and curiosity got the best of me. I opened the box, and in that box were three eggs and a vast amount of money. I was nonplussed.
When Joyce got home, I said, "Joyce, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have looked in that box, but I did. Curiosity just got the best of me. And it's worse now. I can't understand it. Three eggs and several thousand dollars? Where'd you get that?"
"Well, Adrian," she said, "we've been here at this church 22 years. Every time you preach a bad sermon, I put an egg in that box."
"Well," I said, "that's not so bad. Twenty-two years of sermons and just three eggs! But where'd you get all that money?"
She smiled and said, "Every time I get a dozen eggs, I sell them."
Ever feel like you need to wear a mask to cover up who you are? Are you concerned that, if people knew who you really are and how you really felt, they wouldn't understand?
One minister, two jobs and the family that's at the top of the list. The number of bivocational ministers, those in full- or part-time ministry who carry an additional job, is estimated by some researchers to be as high as 30 percent of ministers nationwide.
"You should see the church they attend," Lucille said, armed with bulletin and newsletter. Creases formed across my brow as celebration gave way to comparisons a trap that had sprung too many times.