Nothing should take precedence over God. Nothing. But, she wasn’t Harrison’s judge. Whatever he did or didn’t do was between him and God, not him, God and her. After singing Amazing Grace and two other hymns, the congregation sat down. Reverend Andrew Wells stepped up to the podium. At forty-three, no wrinkles lined the minister’s face, but he looked more like sixty or better due to his snow-white hair. He gazed out at the congregation. Sun-darkened skin made his lime-green eyes and bright white teeth appear even brighter. Reverend Wells was a fine-looking man with a beautiful wife and five well-behaved children. All five had dark brown hair with red highlights like their mother, and their father’s green eyes. “If you have your Bibles with you, I’d like you to open up to the book of first John four, verse eighteen.” As it always did, his slow Southern speech reminded her of her sisters-in-law, Selina and Rainee, who were both from the South.
