When Church Is a Mistress

There's a Mistress in the House

My first year of church planting I started a new, full-time job, in a new city, with a new daughter, in a new church. Guess which one got the least attention? Family. As all these new things filled our lives, they began to crowd conversation with my wife. What was once natural—inquiring about my wife's hopes, fears, and joys—became unnatural, even absent from our conversation. She patiently continued to ask how I was doing, but I was "working for the church while my family died."

As my wife began to wither without the invigorating love of her husband, she revealed the affair. I'll never forget her crushing comment: "I feel like there's a mistress in the house." I was alarmed and frustrated. How dare she make such a comparison! After all, I made a point of being home by 5:30 and on weekends. I made sure we had good family rhythms—breakfast and devotions, dinner and downtime. How could she say there was a "mistress" in our home? Then it dawned on me—you can be home without being home. I was present but absent. My thoughts, emotions, and concerns were with another Bride while I was home, not with my bride. Read it all HERE