Editorial by Becky Weigley
I wasn't planning on marrying a poor preacher. I was going to marry a teacher, someone who had summers free so we could both work at summer camp. But, 41 years ago, I fell in love and married a theology major. Back then I wasn’t what some deemed to be preacher-wife material—I wasn’t “perfect” nor could I play the piano. But like my marriage vows, stated in Ruth 1:16, I pledged, “For whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God” (KJV).