In a recent story regarding the death of Betty Criswell, widow of W. A. Criswell, Baptist Press shared the following story which made me smile.
As recounted in a biographical sketch of Betty Criswell from First Baptist Dallas: “In 1933, when W.A. became pastor of the little church in Mount Washington, Ky., he did not realize that women were not to pray in public in Kentucky. In his first Wednesday evening service he wanted to have a prayer service. He began by asking a woman on the front row to pray and she refused. He continued asking each woman on the front row and each one shook her head no. He continued on to the second row of women until he got to Betty Harris. She finally agreed to pray. Afterwards he asked her why it was that she finally acquiesced to pray and she responded that she took pity on him and decided she was just going to pray.”
I can’t help but wonder, how many other happy marriages had pity as the starting point.
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For my own marriage story, see my article, “I Married an Exotic Dancer.”