I’ve written about our PK’s (Preacher’s Kids) before–The Youngest and The Eldest–but we actually have three kids. The third is short, hairy and pretty smelly. We make him live outside. Occasionally we let him come inside for a visit and, if we’re feeling generous, we might even spare a few scraps from our dinner table.
This week, he received a letter in the mail…
Yes, his name is Scooter. I guess this would be a good time to point out…
..that Scooter is a dog. I guess technically that makes him a PD (Preacher’s Dog).
So, inside this mysterious letter was this:
A few dollars as “compensation” for The Husband using Scooter in a sermon illustration last week from a fake law firm located in the Middle of Nowhere, Texas.
Sermon illustrations are a “must-have” in any sermon. That’s basic “Preaching 101″ stuff. After all, Jesus taught by using examples out of everyday life so that the people could better understand the difficult spiritual concepts.
Our kids have always provided excellent sermon illustrations over the years. However, at some point, they actually started listening to the sermons and decided that they didn’t always enjoy Dad sharing their hijinks and antics with the world. The Husband switched tactics and began sharing tales that used anonymous children, but since we only have a couple of two-legged kids, you have a 50% chance of guessing correctly (furthermore, if you know the complete opposite personalities of our girls, your odds are even better).
I asked the children of another pastor in town how they handled sermon illustrations. They said they have a deal with their dad where they get a cash payment if he uses them in an illustration without asking permission first. Sometimes, they will accept lunch at their favorite restaurant in lieu of cash.
Then, someone at church (who happens to be married to a PK) told our kids that they need to adopt a similar policy: $5 for each time their name is used.
Therefore, sometimes it’s just easier to use the PD in sermon illustrations. After all, he’s at home in the backyard while the PK’s are on the second pew to the left. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Last week, he ended up in a sermon, thus the letter. (I’m pretty sure I know who sent that letter. See the paragraph above.)
Yep, it’s ruff being a
Preacher’s Kid Preacher’s Dog.