Growing up I was a PK, church lingo for Pastor’s Kid.
My dad was a Lutheran Pastor. And I grew up in the church. Not literally, of course. We usually lived in a parsonage, often one that was next door to the church. But my life centered around attending potlucks, Sunday School, potlucks, church, catechism class, potlucks, church related events. Did I mention potlucks? 😉
I confess. Sometimes I played hangman with my brothers in the choir loft instead of listening to sermons. Every once in a while I sneaked communion wafers (those paper thin “crackers” that tasted like paper). Yes, I slid under all of the pews from the front of the church to the back. And yes, I even drew funny pictures on the offering envelopes.
At potlucks I always bypassed five different versions German potato salad in favor of five different versions of homemade chocolate cake. And I could recite the Ten Commandments, Apostles Creed, and Lord’s Prayer in my sleep all at the same time. Okay, so maybe not really.
Ah, those were the good old days. The days before I became a teen and went through a period of being a stupid moronic idiot.
And now that I have teens of my own, I realize exactly just how stupid and moronic I was, especially when it came to thinking I knew better than my wise and extremely loving parents.
Why oh why do teenagers think they’re smarter than their parents?
But I digress.
Granted, the pressure upon PK’s is high. They’re often held to more stringent standards than most kids. Sometimes they get teased by schoolmates for being goodie-goodies—at least I did.
In hindsight, I wish I’d stayed strong during those difficult years of trying to find myself. But thankfully, I had parents who loved me through it all. And when I finally made it to the other side, I was a stronger person because of it.
I learned to love my parents more maturely. I began to embrace my uniqueness. Most of all I developed a deep appreciation for the heritage of faith that had been given to me, including my Lutheran heritage.
One of the questions readers ask me the most regarding my newest book, Luther and Katharina, is what drew me to their story. Besides having a father for a Luther Pastor and growing up Lutheran, I also had an uncle who was a Lutheran Pastor, grandparents and extended relatives on both sides of my family who were devout Lutherans. I went to Lutheran schools and graduated from Lutheran High School in Rockford, IL.
I grew up immersed in Lutheranism and learned a LOT about Martin Luther. So all of that definitely played a part in drawing me to write my newest book.
But it wasn’t really until I began to study Luther as an adult that I fully appreciated the depth of his wisdom, his strength in the face of persecution, and the constant dangers and threats to his life. Most of all, I was surprised to learn he’d gotten married. To a nun who’d run away from her convent.
So of course, then I had to do research on this nun, Katharina von Bora. Who was she? I was curious to know why she’d become a nun in the first place. What led her to forsake her vows? What was life like for her after escaping her convent knowing that if she was caught and recaptured, she could face persecution and even death for running away?
All of those questions and more reverberated through my mind. And what I really wanted to know was how she’d ended up with Martin Luther. What brought this couple together? It was a forbidden love during a time of incredible turmoil. It was a love that was never-meant-to-happen. So how did it come about?
I’m happy to say that I was able to satisfy all of my answers. And I was even more delighted to get to bring this beautiful love story to life for others!
Hope that you’ll have the chance to read it! (To see additional reader creations, free downloads, a fun Luther quiz, book club info, a playlist, and more, check out my website!)