Please Don’t Call Me ‘Pastor’s Wife’

Hi my name is Mfon and I don’t want to be called a Pastor’s wife anymore.  It is an honour to be able to step into these pretty big shoes and share my heart.  I have been told the theme for this edition is REST, and there is plenty on my mind about this.

First let me quickly say that I am not a perfect PW, nor is my husband a perfect Pastor; what I do know however is that no matter what we have been through and will go through we are committed to the TRUTH of God’s Word.

I am not one of those PW’s who got thrust into the role by accident or without warning.  I was wooed and married by a Pastor, so you can say I had an idea what I was getting myself into.  Well yes, I knew I was marrying a Pastor and I realised that it was a very grave responsibility to have other peoples’ souls and destinies entrusted to us but I also knew that if we stood on the pure and unadulterated Word of God we will be fine… and you know what we have been fine.

I have been a PW for over thirty-five years; so you may understand when I say it used to be a proud moment when someone identified me as their Pastor’s Wife.  Not because the recognition gave me anything extra; but just knowing that my Father has trusted me with an assignment,and I am doing my best was enough.  These days, however, the story is different; I actually go to places praying and hoping no one will recognise me and introduce me as a PW.

So what changed you ask?  Did I personally do anything that I should be ashamed of?  No, it is just that I am a finger in the hand that has so many fingers soiled with oil, and it is scary.

My focus is the Church; the Body.  I am not interested in the denominations I am interested in the Body. What happened to that church when one man’s pain was everyone’s?  What happened to the church where if one was on the verge of derailing the others can hold him accountable? What happened to the church where sin was called what it was; sin? Tell me what happened to the church that used to be the custodian of everything good?

From Nigeria, to Ghana, from the United Kingdom to the United States, from Europe to Asia; what happened to the church that was the moral compass of the nations? What happened?

The light of the world; we were once known as.  But today what? From divorces, to drunkenness, from infidelity to stealing, from backstabbing to popularity contests… the list goes on. What happened to the church? When we can no longer be trusted with the truth, when we stoop so low as to sell different versions of the truth as God’s Word I wonder; what happened to our light?

The burden in my heart is so heavy that all I know is we need to return.  We must return to our first love; to the one who loved us and gave His only begotten son to die in our place.There is a great need for us to come back in repentance.

There can be no power if we continue to act so recklessly… there can be no change in our societies if we continue to delve so deep into the world system.  Church, we ought to be different, we have been called out; do you even remember?

Where is your light?  Why is the church asking the state for help when the church ought to lead the state to the truth? We distort the truth and call it wisdom; no the wisdom of God elevates and enhances.  Church we have to stop!

So I don’t sound like a raving and ranting lunatic; here is my take and my resolve.  I will keep my own lamp trimmed and ready so He will continue to fill me and so that my light will continue to shine.  I commit and will continue to be committed to the lost art of discipleship so we can continue to raise a remnant.  Finally, I will continue to intercede for the body; the real church, not the cathedrals and the synagogues.

Here is what I challenge you to do; come back to the basics; take the Word literarily and stop trying to explain it away.  Keep your lamp trimmed, filled and ready to shine a bright light and with everything you know, disciple, disciple, disciple.

Till we can take a look at the church again and say; we are the light, please just call me Mfon, just call me Mrs… whatever you do, don’t call me the PW.

May your light shine.

Mfon