The beautiful preacher in the picture above was the Associate Minister at my parent’s church near Nashville, Tennessee, in 2001. I had started a new job with a company in Nashville in November, 2000. The preacher started her new job in December.
Early in 2001 The Preacher started a Bible Study that my parents wanted to attend. Since Dad didn’t like to drive after dark, I told them I would attend with them so they could go with me. Everything went just fine for the first few weeks, but then my job started taking me out of town during the week. I missed several sessions of the Bible Study, although I did exchange e-mails with The Preacher in an attempt to keep up.
When my job allowed me to stay in town again, I offered to take The Preacher out to dinner so she could catch me up on some of the things I missed. The Iris Cafe had a pretty good reputation, so one evening, March 29, 2001, I picked up The Preacher and took her to dinner at the Iris Cafe. The dinner was delicious, the conversation was delightful — and the Bible Study never came up.
As we were leaving The Preacher said we should do this again some time. She doesn’t like for me to tell this, but the next two times I asked her out she said ‘No’! Fortunately I inherited some Irish persistence from both my parents and asked her out for a third time. I must have worn down her resistance, because she said ‘Yes’ that third time.
The Preacher is now my Beautiful Bride. The Iris Cafe is no longer in existence, but we reminisce every time we go past where is was.
I’m very grateful for that wonderful dinner date nine years ago today.