At our home in New Orleans, we had a swimming pool, an aspect of our home that everyone enjoyed, including me. But an outdoor swimming pool must be cleaned regularly. It’s a chore. One day Roslyn asked me to clean it. I tried, but I did a shoddy job. Roslyn asked me again about it later, and I replied, “No, I won’t do it. It’s disturbing my peace of mind!” Yes, I really said that. I went inside, and Roslyn ended up cleaning the pool. This one event serves as an apt metaphor: Roslyn and I were married for eighteen years, and for most of those, while I was traveling and preaching and writing and
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