Marriage Made Me Let Go of My Dreams. Good.

At the age of 6 I declared that I would one day become a pastor. It might seem odd that someone barely able to read chapter books would commission himself to proclaim the word of the Lord. But I come from a long line of preachers. If you visit the cemetery on the plantation that hosts the graves of my mother’s side of the family, you will see names with "Reverend" etched into the tombstones going all the way back to the 1800s. My ancestors, slaves and later tenant farmers, would leave the cotton fields after a long day of work, put on their best pair of overalls and preach the good news to other weary Black folks looking for a modicum of hope.