In conclusion, I began my first blog by giving you a brief introduction of my topic. Next, I talked about the many reasons that I and others did not like being a preacher’s kid. Then, I talked a little about being a Christian and being a part of the Pentecostal denomination. The following blog was about how people view preacher’s kids, the stereotypes that they attach to them and how it ultimately affects those of us who fall in that category. Finally, I talked about how I recognized that as I’ve gotten older, I actually like the idea of being a preacher’s kid older. In each of these blogs there were no statistical charts to compare the life experiences, so I found real people who experienced some of the same things that I have. Therefore, I hope after reading these blogs that someone has been positively affected by them, and that they may have learned something of great value. I’ve loved sharing my stories with you and cannot wait to hear some of the many stories you may have also written. Until then, thanks for reading and see you later.

In actuality, I have fun being a preacher’s kid. Nathaniel James Hurst states http://thanh3.wordpress.com/2008/07/29/preachers-kid/ it was more fun than a kid should be allowed to have. He continues by saying there are some unique things that PK’s get to go through that no other group of people on the planet get to experience. I really liked this blog, because I could relate. There were many times when I thought I had too much fun as a preacher’s kid. I mean we got to go on wonderful vacations that many people are not as fortunate to go on. We even get to meet other preacher’s kids as we travel. It is great to be able to talk to people that are going through the same things you go through. Yes, it took me a while to actually come to the conclusion that I love being a preacher’s kid, but just know I do. When I look at the news or read a newspaper and see all the crimes happening in our cities and around the world; I just get sad. Then I get happy again because as a preacher’s kid I feel so safe. I know that God is with my family and will protect us from hurt, harm and danger.

http://www.helium.com/items/1641135-misconceptions-about-your-pastors-children Jennifer Wells states “Your Pastor's Family Does Not Think They Are Perfect.” She continues by saying it is understood, whether or not it is ever stated, that to misbehave in any way, shape or form can negatively impact, or even destroy the preacher parent's m inistry. Preacher's children grow up under an overwhelming sense of 'should'. This misconception is so strongly practiced in a thousand subtle ways that it is instilled in the children subconsciously. It manifests itself as the pressure to always do or be 'just right', backed by the fear of harming the family ministry or reputation, and fortified with the uneasy feeling that despite all best efforts, you are actually still so very wrong and should always be ashamed. This is what a lot of people automatically think about preacher’s kids. I had friends who would say, "you want to go to a party?" Oh, never mind you are a church girl. Then I had friends who thought they knew all about being a preacher’s kids, but they didn’t have a clue. They would say when preacher’s kids are kept in the house all the time on strict policies, they end up straying away.  Yes, that was the case in many preacher homes, but not mine. My parents gave us freedom, but we still remained on a leash, so that we wouldn't stray too far away. I love them for that and I hate the statistics that non-believers come up with. I even got upset with those preacher’s kids that strayed away because I thought they made me look bad. 

There were people that wondered what denomination I am apart of and what it entails.  I will be explaining what that is in this blog, so that you can understand why I felt it was hard being a preacher’s kid. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/denomination says denomination is a group having a distinctive interpretation of a religious faith and usually its own organization. I am a Christian, but I am a part of the Pentecostal denomination. Pentecostals are what I consider a little strict. We follow the bible to the letter. So my parents would tell us no smoking, drinking, or having sex before marriage it was important to follow. The bible says God sees our bodies as a temple. So by smoking, drinking, and having sex before marriage we are destroying our temple. Pentecostals also believe in the Godhead meaning God the Father, Christ the Son, and the Holy Ghost are all one person. It is also believing God is coming back again to get his children, that obeyed his word (the bible). Growing up we could not go to certain parties, because my parents knew peer-pressure was real. I use to envy being a preacher's kid for these reasons, but as I got older I realized my parents where just protecting me. I appreciate them for it, and I now consider myself a homebody. This means I am confortable and actually like being in my house, rather than being outside. So in my next blog I will be talking to you about why I now like being a preacher’s kid and some of the judgments non-Christians make about preacher’s kids.

Growing up, I hated being a preacher’s kid. I felt as though I was forced to do many things. My siblings and I had to sing on the choir, be apart of dance team, or usher. Being the eldest and a female, I had to do all three and That was not all either.  We had to do whatever any adult told us to do. They called it obedience. We actually started despising church, because we noticed people started taking advantage of the fact that they were adults, and we had to do what they said. I consider myself to have a spirit of servitude, but I found myself starting to rebel, get smart out of the mouth or whatever else you want to call it. Then, the people figured out a way to get me into major trouble, and that was by telling my father. Let me just say to this day I stay on my father’s good side.  I remember those spankings and I do not want that ever again even though I am 18 years old. Bill Maxwell states in a blog http://www.sptimes.com/News/051301/Columns/A_Preacher_s_Kid_is_e.shtml  PKs were a special breed. We walked a straight line, at least in public. Unlike most other children during those years, PKs cultivated the fine art of staying off the radar screens of adults. We knew that to get away with real mischief, you had to put up a good front whenever an adult was nearby. That way, you built up trust and a reputation for being the "nice Preacher's Kid," one who could be trusted.  After you developed such trust, you could get away with murder right under adults' noses. This was how I felt at times. I consider myself a good girl. I have never had sex, drank liquor, smoked cigarettes, or any of those other things we Christians call sins. I have definitely earned the trust of my mother and father.

Ushers leading people to their seats, a choir singing on the platform, and a preacher telling the people about God. Hello my name is Krystany Evans and this is my life. As you may have guessed I am a preacher’s kid. Now I haven’t been one all my life. In fact I was a bishop’s niece, but in the Christian world it’s the same as being a preacher’s kid. Being any type of relative to a preacher has all the same responsibilities and expectations as a preacher’s kid.  So I will be talking to you about some of those responsibilities and expectations.  The way people expect us to be able to pray long, with well thought out prayers, and how we are expected to make no mistakes in our lives, because our lives become examples and people are watching us.  People even believe that we are the best candidates to give introductions for our parents when they are speaker because we live with them.  I will even talk about the highs and lows of being a preacher’s kid, and things like what other people outside of the church think of us.