gordon ling

After all these years, i came to a simple conclusion. Being a pastors kid ain’t easy. Furthermore, having a mother who’s teaching in your secondary school, who happens to be your history teacher at Form 2. Furthermore, uncle & aunt’s who work in His service, a grandpa who’s an Elder of a church. Sounds as if all was planned properly just to keep someone safe and sound.

As a young kid, I always wished that things were different. That I could stand alongside with all the other kids whose parents had ‘real’ jobs. Doctors, lawyers, businessman etc. Somehow, it felt a little bothering to mention ‘pastor’.

My dad use to remind me, whatever you do, do it well, for the Glory of God.

I struggled with issues in Glorifying God through my lifestyle a lot. I dare say all pastors kids feel the same. Truly not easy to please your parents, please your relatives, neighbors, people that have high expectations on you. Believe me, the amount of pressure in the eyes of the people who meet you in that phase if teriffying. That’s so fake (or corporate).

Sorry.

Anyway,

firstly, pastors kids are of flesh and blood. Same ideas, thoughts and emotions run across their brains like any son of a gun as well. It is particularly silly to look up high to a pastors kid. All the pastors kids I am close to have at least something that separates them from others. No, its not that holy, holy thing. All of them are particularly playful & experimental. (Jass Yu if you’re reading this, that’s most likely going to be you)

Secondly, not all teachers kids love school. Come talk to me personally, I never enjoyed the terminology of ’school’. It doesn’t work. Maybe the charismatic part of socializing perhaps. Or in my personalized case, meeting people.

Thirdly, never ever think all teachers kids get into top science classes. Mine was the 4th, compared to all the other 4 teachers kids in the top classes.

Fourthly, pastors kid shouldn’t look tidy need and ‘geeky’. Somethings very wrong here if you know what I mean. In other words, non-compromising? (That’s where the long hair thing comes in with that edgy movement approach)

Finally, not all pastors kids end up like their daddy’s. In my very extensive evaluated case, I just want to give my best as a son, brother, friend, servant of God & whatever I might become.

If you happen to be reading this and am an avid rigid linear believer in biblical terms and conditions for ‘The selected one’s to be called Pastor’s son’, I’m pretty much sorry to disappoint you. But God’s radical notions of having Samson and John the Baptist in Christianity seems to be still applicable in these modern times.

Pastor’s kids, start arguing!

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