Some people are unreasonable and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.
Church was over that Sunday morning and Ken and I and the kids walked home – which at that point in our lives meant walking across the parking lot. Ken was associate to my dad and we lived in one of the church houses which meant everyone knew where we lived and had access.
I started making lunch. The kids (two and three at the time) were happily playing and Ken was going back and forth between me and checking on the kids – when we were interrupted by someone frantically knocking on the door.
Thinking the church was burning down or burning up or something, Ken hurriedly opened the door. I heard someone ask for me and then Ken walked in the kitchen, shrugging his shoulder and saying that Matilda Church Lady wanted to talk to me.
This was strange. The church was large (about 1500 people) and my nursery, toddler, Awana path didn’t often cross with Matilda’s. What could she want with me?
Here’s the truth. When someone is that angry, you quickly find out why she wants to talk to you.
She pointed her finger in my face and started a tirade about the role of a pastor’s wife.
“You think you own your husband, but you don’t He belongs to all of us and for you to keep information from him is WRONG! You think you can keep SECRETS FROM HIM, but I have found you out.”
Picture this. I was a young mom, with the goal of getting the chicken on the table and getting the kids down for their Sunday afternoon nap.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I’m sure I looked puzzled because I WAS puzzled.
“Oh, yes YOU do! The finger wagged again. You think by not telling your husband things …” and off she went again.
I sincerely was totally perplexed as the words spewed out of her mouth. Ken was now upstairs with the kids and couldn’t hear what was going on.
I waited until she took a breath and inserted as quickly as possible. ‘What did I do?”
“You know what you did – you didn’t give him my phone message. I distinctly told you when I talked to you the other night that he needed that information right away and that he needed to call me back. You promised to do that and then you broke your promise.”
Ladies, if I wasn’t a pastor’s wife and I could bet :), I would’ve bet a million dollars I did NOT talk to that lady on the phone. Trust me, I would’ve remembered it.
And I told her that. “I didn’t talk to you on the phone.”
Oh, my. The tirade started again. “You liar….”
Finally, she left and I was left shaken and in tears.
“What was that all about?” Ken asked.
I told him what she had said.
We did some sleuthing and discovered that she HAD called the house and talked to the BABYSITTER, who had neglected to give us the message. (We had a regular Monday night babysitter because Ken was doing a Bible class up in Harvard. Not the university. The town.)
I wrote the lady a note and told her what had happened, but she never apologized. My husband and my parents both advised me that with this lady in this situation, I should not approach her and explain because she wouldn’t believe me.
Sadly, you meet people like that – and there’s nothing you can do.
Just give it to the Lord and get over it. (And I know, that’s easier said than done.)