Recently, I had to take a taxi to catch an early morning flight. At the ridiculous hour of 4:15 a.m. the driver was unfortunately quite chatty. After discovering I lead a ministry to pastors' wives he asked me, with a fair amount of curiosity and skepticism, "Why do pastors' wives need ministry?"
He had little contact with church culture so I found myself awkwardly grappling for an appropriate reply. It was sort of painful. Finally, he helped me out. "I get cabbies," he said. Thank you, driver, you summed it up for me.
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