Sunday, August 4, 2013
Ken Pyle was in his final year at Louisville’s Southern Baptist Theological Seminary in 1966 when he met Sheila. She drove up to a barbecue in her ’64 convertible with her dark hair flowing and her guitar in hand—and Ken was smitten. But as Sheila was divorced with two young sons, she was not the sort of wife that Ken’s denomination had in mind for him. After the couple had dated a few months, Ken’s board of deacons gave him a year to choose: he could marry this divorced woman or be ordained. Ken married Sheila and put his future in the church behind him.
Ken was out of a job but not out of a church. Following Sheila’s lead he was confirmed in the Episcopal Church and grew to appreciate the Anglican grounding in scripture, tradition and reason. Besides, Sheila had been known to tell her fiancé—with a wink—that in the Episcopal Church “we could smoke, drink and dance.”
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