Mixed marriage

A pastor and a skeptic

Karen caught my eye early in our freshman year of college, and no wonder: she was—and is—beautiful. I have since learned that compliments about her looks don’t mean much to her. She would much rather be told that she is intelligent or funny. Perhaps as much as her looks, I was taken with her speaking voice, which is surprisingly deep and a bit husky, reminiscent of Lauren Bacall’s voice, but without the world-weariness.

Karen and I were friends during those early college years, although we never spent much time together. We went on our first date early in our senior year. Later I learned that when Karen returned to her dorm after that first date and her friends asked her how it went, she replied, “It was great. But the relationship isn’t going anywhere. He’s going to be a minister.”


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