Several years ago, when we lived in Ohio, I opened the mailbox and found . . . a jury summons.
Ugh. I had never been on a jury before. It was a super busy month at the church where I was serving, and with my family, so the timing wasn’t great. But I wasn’t too worried . I had heard from several pastor friends that no one wants a pastor on a jury. The day of the summons came and after just a few minutes of waiting they called my number to come to the jury box to answer a few questions.
What is your name? Megan.
Is it correct that you are a pastor? Why yes, yes it is.
Can you state the name of the church where you serve? Sure. No problem.
At this point I started gathering up my things, thinking about what was next on my schedule, now that I was almost done at the courthouse.
But then they asked one more question: Is there anything about your role as pastor that would keep you from being a fair member of a jury?