Saturday, June 5, 2010

Squishing Bugs

When you first become a pastors wife, no one tells you about the bugs.

No, not bugs like technological problems, though as someone in ministry, you'll almost certainly have to deal with a demon possessed sound system at some point.

Not bugs in any kind of deep metaphorical sense, like "problems" in the church that need to be dealt with.

Just normal bugs. The squrimy, crawly kind. The kind that, as a pastor's wife, it is apparently my job to kill.

Here's the story. There was a roach crawling up the wall in our activities building. I don't want to talk about how many roaches inhabit that building, but suffice it to say that when my husband and I make coffee, we never take the top filter from the cabinet just in case it's been crawled on (or worse...shudder). I'm in this building a few months ago with a group of women from the church and when someone sees the nasty little critter and shrieks, the first words out of her mouth are "You kill it! You're the pastor's wife. It's your job!"

Did I kill the bug? Ha. No. I hate bugs. Plus, I'm allergic to cockroaches, so I feel like it was legitimate. I actually don't remember what happened to it. Hopefully someone killed him because otherwise he's sure to turn up some Sunday night in the future during our Bible study.

The point is, whether you're a pastor's wife or not, in whatever role you find yourself, someone is going to have in their mind a "job" that is supposed to be "your job." Most likely it's something that's not glamorous. That no one else wants to do. It's not how we as women handle the things in life we enjoy doing that says something impressive about our character or godliness, it's the things we hate doing that we do with a cheerful attitude anyway. It's squishing bugs, doing dishes, cleaning up yucky diapers, changing the toner on the copier, or whatever "dirty" duties your job requires. Whatever we do should be for God's glory, just like it says in 1 Corinthians 10:31. But this doesn't just require action, it requires the right attitude.

So maybe next time someone tells me it's my job to bring about the demise of a yucky cockroach, I'll give it a try. With something resembling a smile on my face.