Jesus loves me: This I know-for the Bible tells me so.

Little ones to him belong; they are weak, but he is strong.

I’ve been in church my entire life- sometimes by choice and sometimes not.


My father began preaching at 16 years of age and started pastoring at 25. He welcomed me, the first of 6 children, when he was 26. When I was born, my dad led a small church in Memphis, Tennessee, and we lived in a tiny apartment on the second floor of the church. Eventually, we relocated to Kansas City, where he oversaw a larger church, and we lived in the adjoining house. The Church was literally our home for the first five years of my life: We slept there, we ate there, and we worshiped there. Hymns were my lullabies, and sermons-my bedtime stories.



When I was 5, my parents packed up the family and moved to Chicago where my father pastored for 27 years. It is hard for me to imagine not being a Pastor’s kid or a “PK;” it is all I’ve ever known.

Our lives revolved around the church. We attended Sunday school, children’s church, bible study, prayer meetings, choir rehearsal, the Good News Club, Vacation Bible School, Women’s Day, Men’s Day, Pastor’s Appreciation Day, funerals (church members die at an alarming rate), even Sister Beulah’s 90th birthday extravaganza. When the doors opened, we were there. Our extracurricular activities involved church, gospel skating parties, church picnics, and Christian summer camp. At home, we listened to gospel music, read Bible stories, and watched Christian television. We weren’t allowed to wear pants, listen to secular music, or attend dances (some of these rules relaxed over time). After all, we were The Pastor’s Kids.



Being the Pastor’s Kids came with high expectations; we were so indoctrinated that we should have been the epitome of Christian purity. My mom spent countless hours ensuring we looked the part; however, even in our pretty dresses and patent-leather shoes, we were still just kids-Kids who did not ask to be pastor’s kids or take an oath to uphold biblical tenets. We did the same things other young people did; we talked during church service, had bad attitudes, hung out with friends in the lobby (during service), and had secret love interests. Occasionally some of us even used profanity…the horror!

For the most part, I enjoyed being the Pastor’s Kid. People were kind to us, did special favors for us, and invited us to their homes and celebrations, in part, because they loved and respected our parents. However, many of them quickly said, “See, I told you preachers’ kids are the worst,” when they heard about our infractions. One member even threatened to leave the church when she heard about a particularly egregious decision one of us made…of course it was one of my siblings, not me.



We were good kids, but sometimes we made poor decisions. All kids do. The difference was we had an audience who held us to an unattainable, higher standard; a standard that wasn’t always applied to their offspring. The same can be said of children whose parents are teachers, police officers, or politicians.

Children shouldn’t have to carry the burden of being “perfect” simply because of their parents’ occupations. And parents shouldn’t be judged because their children mess up. It is unreasonable, stressful, and unfair to the parents and the children. So stop it!



The next time you find yourself about to make a statement about whose kids are the worst, take a look at your own children and the mistakes they have made. Even parents, who do everything “by the book,” have kids who go against their wishes at times. Their missteps are not indicative of poor parenting or having the “worst” kids. Everyone, pastors’ kids included, has the right to choose their own path, good or bad, right or wrong, and making mistakes is part of the journey. Thankfully, Jesus still loves us.

What do you think, are your children held to a higher standard by people outside of your immediate family? Does it put an unfair burden on you and/or your children?


12 thoughts on “PASTORS’ KIDS ARE THE WORST!

  1. Another good story! My pastors kid are an adorable, rambunctious bunch. They keep me smiling every Sunday. I remember how difficult it was to keep my own children quiet during worship or get them to go to Sunday school. People who judge other people’s parenting have short memories.


    1. Loved this! Especially since I, too, am a PK! And with as much church as you describe in this article, it’s almost like you were raised in the South! #BibleBelt


    2. Thanks for reading! People have very short memories when it comes to their own kids. I’m probably guilty of it too. Hopefully your pastor’s children will keep smiling and never feel the weight of everyone’s expectations.


  2. This was a very good read!! I have counseled many youth over the years especially PK’s and they are under a tremendous and unreasonable amount of pressure because of their parents profession. People need to realize that kids are kids. I tell people at my church that my kids are mischievous just like yours are and they all need prayer, love and support.


  3. Hello Camille I totally agree and love your article on pk’s . You were so candid about what you said . This article need to be posted in the truth paper because many people seem to assume that preachers kids ought to be perfect children but they are like you said just like other kids they can have attitudes, rebel and all other things that young people do that is not always right as in kids born out of marriage that I as a mother has experience with one of my own but God loves them with the same love and he also forgives .


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