“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

and any individual that attempts to fracture us. Even if—especially if—that individual carries my own surname.”

Nobody gasped. Instead, a palpable, electric pulse rippled through the congregation. It was the sound of a societal paradigm shifting in real-time. The room had collectively chosen the right side of history.

When Pastor Mitchell prompted us continue reading …