The day after Ash Wednesday is therefore a rather unlikely date for me to slip a joke into my musings about the crying need for criminal justice reform. But there's a pastor joke I've been meaning to tell, and today I realized that now is the opportune time.
First, let me sketch my bona fides:
- I'm a preacher's kid who's now married to one. So I really do love pastors. :)
- At worship last night, I accepted the imposition of ashes, and am committed to observing Lent as a season of reflection and repentance.
- As a source for confronting the man in the mirror, last night I retrieved Kierkegaard's For Self-Examination from my father's bookshelf, and it sits next to me now as I type.
Still, even in a serious time of spiritual preparation, humor is a healing balm. And so, without further ado, I present a joke I heard from Pastor Duane Paetznick, who in turn heard it from his father-in-law, also a longtime pastor.
Q: Why do pastors get paid?
A: They get paid to be good.
Q: What about parishioners, then?
A: They are good for nothing.
[Herein ensues laughter, if the joke was told right.]
The point is that pastors, though called by God for a specific ministry, are ordinary people just like the rest of us. Ordinary people, equipping other ordinary people to do extraordinary things.