I am a member of one of the world's most elite groups. While highly skilled, informed, and cultured, we are also one of the most burdened, insecure, and tormented group of people. I did not choose this life for myself, I was born into it. Even when I wish I could go undercover, even my speech betrays who I am. My world is a fishbowl, and my private life on display. My familial relationships are complicated due to the multiplicity of their offices. Persecution has sharpened a skillful, skeptical observant eye. I Am a Preacher's Kid.
Growing up a PK certainly had its privileges. Though we joke about the tortures of day-in-day-out ministry, it molded who we are and prepared us for things other people certainly couldn't handle. If you've been to more weddings and funerals in a year than most people go to in a lifetime, you might be a PK. If you can sum up a person's life and integrity by a two minute conversation with them...you might be a PK. But all jokes aside, it's a tough life with its own unique challenges.