When our parents sat us down and told us our act of sin, our “crime against God” had earned us an eternity together, I almost laughed. But they were deadly serious. Then, after returning from our “True Love Waits” church camp weekend, they insisted our punishment, our penance to our maker, should be no more s-e-x before marriage. And my “beloved” fiancé nodded like one of those bobble head toys you can get.
