That’ll Leave a Mark

I’m a preacher’s kid—not just some preacher from some church on some corner somewhere, but a preacher and church that is literally known around the globe. And when I was a wee one, I had a knack for making sure other people knew it. My life-long childhood friends tell me that whenever I wanted to assert some type of authority or control, I was quick to remind them who my dad was. (How obnoxious of me. I’m surprised I still have any friends at all after those annoying young years.)

And while I’d like to think I’ve been humbled these decades later, I know what it means to form one’s identity and significance from facts on a bio sketch. I’ve always known that a big part of who I am comes from my deep legacy of family and faith, and I’m sincerely grateful for it. But the temptation for me now could easily be to consider myself covered, to think I can always ride in air-conditioned comfort underneath the...