If that sounds a little cranky, be advised there are
Christians reviewing Barnabas Piper’s book “The Pastor’s Kid: Finding Your Own Faith and Identity” on Amazon who agree with me. Because that’s got to carry some weight, right?
My disdain for the “PK” (pastor’s kid, preacher’s kid) and “MK”
(missionary’s kid) abbreviations goes way, way back to the days in which I was
two of the three. I’m not sure I could tell you why I disliked them so much; to the best of my
recollection nobody ever used either designation to describe me. I don’t recall
hearing them from my Christian friends. In fact I suspect I only ever encountered
PKs and MKs in the magazine rack next to our couch in publications like Christianity Today or in those hokey
teen novels in Christian bookstores.