A Minister, A Doctor, And A Lawyer

My mother is often either brilliant or crazy, and right now I am on my knees typing and thanking God in this instance her brilliance is shining through and she has solved an issue I have been stressing over ever since I got engaged. My family are church rejects. We have never really been the type to go to church, our extended family on my dad’s side does but their pastor and church is to far north from where we would like the reception, I went to church when I lived in Michigan but I have been moved out of Michigan for 10 years and only VERY grudgingly ever acknowledge that I have any attachments to the state, which means basically I have only talked to the family members that I have HAD to in the past few years. SO when it came time to choose a church and location for the wedding we were stumped on who to ask to marry us. I was researching strangers in WHATEVER Christian religion I could find who would marry us for a fee but that felt so tawdry to be married by a complete stranger. So my mother remembered Brother John was a minister, a man who as a child growing up was like a second father to me because he and his daughter were sewn together at the hip and could not BEAR to possibly ever be separated. After a few emails back and forth he has agreed to do our ceremony and I could NOT be happier, that would take care of the minister and the church in one fell swoop YIPPIE! This is why every family needs a minister, a doctor, and a lawyer in the family, and right now I am damning the seduction of art college that I was lured into, evil finicky mistress that it is. Maybe husband number two could be a doctor that would be lovely.