When I was a teenager, there was a special lady who didn’t treat me like the socially-inept, boy-crazy, fun-loving, but rather empty-headed teenager that I was.
She was a minister’s wife, and the summer before I left for Bible College, she took me out for lunch. She said that since I was going to a college full of young preachers, chances were good I would marry a minister. Then she told me that marrying a minister was a ministry all its own. Aside from the ministry to the ladies in the congregation, my main ministry would be to my husband -- to support, encourage and pray for him and to never, ever criticize his sermons.
About 10 years later, as a young minister’s wife in a small church in Nebraska, I met another special lady. She was about the age of my grandmother, and two of her sons were ministers. She warned me about the ugly side of ministry, and told me to remember that the congregation of Israel even complained about the wife of their beloved leader, Moses.
When she found I was interested in writing, she paid for me to take a writing class and even volunteered to babysit for my young children once a week so I could have time to work on my assignments.
It seems like yesterday that these two “older women” took the time to mentor me. Now the tables have turned, and I find myself one of the “older” women in my church. It makes me read Titus 2:3-5 with a new understanding. “Guide older women into lives of reverence so they end up as neither gossips nor drunks, but models of goodness. By looking at them, the younger women will know how to love their husbands and children, be virtuous and pure, keep a good house, be good wives.” (The Message)