We come from a small southern town. I love the South! No, I’m not prejudice, I am just a proud southern American. I think if you were fortunate enough to be born here in the great USA, then you are blessed and should be proud. I’m proud of my southern roots because I was born here, if I was born in the Northern US I would be just as proud. Anyway that is not where this post is going so let’s get started in the right direction.
Again, we come from a small southern town. We live in the same town my husband was born, lived until he turned 12, and has owned a business in for the pasted 27 years and we have pastored a church here for almost 17 years now. I love the small town family atmosphere here but that gets a little deceiving to most. Even though my husband is from here and we pastor a church here, we don’t have many friends. You see I think one reason is we pastor a church. It’s not easy getting close to your spiritual leaders. I know we have friends but really who are they? There are people here that he grew up with, partied with (before), and even went to church with, some rolled up in one person but no true friends.
In this small town, if you don’t have enough people give. We are a giving town, of course that could be the reason we are 40% poverty, if you don’t work and can get all you need, why work. But if you do work and have more than others you know, it all works against you. I feel like at times there are people here with as small a mind as the town. They have the idea that if you are a pastor and you have anything you either take more from the church than you should or you don’t deserve it. Really, my husband is a pastor but before he was called he has had a business for 27 years and works harder than anyone I have ever met. He has an entrepreneurial spirit. He can turn $10 into $100 in the blink of an eye. That is a gift from God! But not here in this town. I suppose we should be poor and asking for help.
Well what a rant! Sorry, it just gets lonely here sometimes.