PCG Ministers Call Members “Field Mice” (song)
Some time back when I was still in the Philadelphia Church of God. I attended a family event at the PCG compound in Edmond OK.
I went into the men’s room and while there I noticed an older man cleaning the room. I told him he was doing a great job because it was so clean. We talked a bit. It seems he was a member of the PCG HQ congregation and he was glad to see so many non HQ members at the event.
He told me that HQ staff and ministers called members from outside HQ “field mice” and that it was the job of the “field mice” to “pay and pray.” He didn’t like that sentiment and thought the term derogatory. He told me that he was thankful for us because without us “field mice” he would not have a job.
I think if you ask any member of the PCG outside of HQ they will tell you that they are thought of as “field mice” and they can see the difference in how they are treated by HQ staff and ministers.
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[Verse 1]
Went to Edmond for a family day,
Found the men’s room along the way.
An older fellow had it shining bright,
I said, “You’ve got this place looking right!”
He smiled and talked a little while,
Then shared a story without a smile:
“Some staff and ministers, so they say,
Call you ‘field mice’—you pay and pray.”
[Chorus]
Field mice! Pay and pray!
Keep that cheese coming headquarters’ way!
Little country whiskers, little country feet,
Big enough wallets for the VIP suite!
You can call me a mouse, but here’s the catch—
Even little mice can smell a rat!
[Verse 2]
He said, “I hate that name for you.
I’m thankful for the work you do.
Without you folks, I’ll tell you true,
I wouldn’t have this job to do.”
I said, “Well, that’s a curious thing—
The mice bring cheese, but don’t get wings!
We drive for hours to join the crowd,
Then find we’re mice? Well, squeak out loud!”
[Chorus]
Field mice! Pay and pray!
Keep that cheese coming headquarters’ way!
Little country whiskers, little country feet,
Big enough wallets for the VIP suite!
You can call me a mouse, but here’s the catch—
Even little mice can smell a rat!
[Spoken]
“Do we get a name tag?”
“Certainly. What congregation?”
“The lower pasture branch.”
“And your position?”
“Senior Assistant Cheese Provider!”
[Bridge]
The man with the mop had a grateful heart,
He knew we all deserved a part.
Funny where respect showed up that day—
By the fellow wiping spots away!
[Final Chorus]
Field mice! Hip hooray!
We’ve got more to offer than pay and pray!
Country folks with names and faces,
More than wallets from distant places!
If mice helped keep the whole thing going,
A little thanks ought to be showing!
[Spoken Outro]
“Now, where’s the fellowship dinner?”
“And please…
don’t tell me it’s a mousetrap!”
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