Chapters (73)
- Cover Page
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- Chapter 1: Columbus, Georgia, October 1969
- Chapter 2: October 1969
- Chapter 3: October 1969
- Chapter 4: October 1969
- Chapter 5: October 1969
- Chapter 6: October 1969
- Chapter 7: November 1969
- Chapter 8: November 1969
- Chapter 9: November 1969
- Chapter 10: November 1969
- Chapter 11: November 1969
- Chapter 12: November 1969
- Chapter 13: November 1969
- Chapter 14: November 1969
- Chapter 15: November 1969
- Chapter 16: December 1969
- Chapter 17: December 1969
- Chapter 18: December 1969
- Chapter 19: January 1970
- Chapter 20: In-Flight to Hawaii, Friday, January 16, 1970
- Chapter 21: January 1970
- Chapter 22: January 1970
- Chapter 23: January 1970
- Chapter 24: January 1970
- Chapter 25: January 1970
- Chapter 26: January 1970
- Chapter 27: January 1970
- Chapter 28: January 1970
- Chapter 29: Flight Arriving in Hawaii, January 16, 1970
- Chapter 30: Return to Columbus, Georgia, Thursday, January 22, 1970
- Chapter 31: January 1970
- Chapter 32: January 1970
- Chapter 33: January 1970
- Chapter 34: January 1970
- Chapter 35: January 1970
- Chapter 36: January 1970
- Chapter 37: January 1970
- Chapter 38: January 1970
- Chapter 39: January 1970
- Chapter 40: January 1970
- Chapter 41: January, 1970
- Chapter 42: January 1970
- Chapter 43: January 1970
- Chapter 44: January 16, 1970
- Chapter 45: February 1970
- Chapter 46: February 1970
- Chapter 47: February 1970
- Chapter 48: February 1970
- Chapter 49: February 1970
- Chapter 50: March 1970
- Chapter 51: March 1970
- Chapter 52: March 1970
- Chapter 53: April 1970
- Chapter 54: April 1970
- Chapter 55: April 1970
- Chapter 56: May 1970
- Chapter 57: May 1970
- Chapter 58: June 1970
- Chapter 59: June 1970
- Chapter 60: June 1970
- Chapter 61: June 1970
- Chapter 62: June 1970
- Chapter 63: June 1970
- Chapter 64: June 1970
- Chapter 65: June 1970
- Chapter 66: June 1970
- Chapter 67: July 1970
- Epilogue
“I’m sorry to hear he’s over there. I’ll include him in our prayer list at St Joseph’s,” Father Capello offered.
“Thank you. A few more will indeed help. Alex comes from a devout Catholic family, and we want to be married under Catholic vows. I’m Protestant, a Methodist, this is a problem, right?” Jorden shifted in her seat, wondering how he would answer.
“Yes and no,” The young priest replied.
“I do plan to convert. I’ve also agreed to raise our children under Catholicism. This has been a hard decision, but I want to make this marriage work.” Jorden looked solemn. “What’s the next step?”
“First, I’m glad to hear you will convert. This makes quite a difference. There are classes for you and your fiancé to attend together. You will have over a year to plan and schedule your wedding. Are you considering marrying here at St Joseph’s?”
“Yes. Right now I’m teaching in Georgia, but Trenton is my home.”
“Not a problem. Are you coming home for Christmas?”
“I am. I get two weeks off.”
“Good. Give me a call in December. You and Alex need to decide on a date for your wedding. I’ll have time to see what we can work out to get you two set up for classes. Where is Alex from?”
“His home is in Albany, New York. “Will this cause a problem?” Jorden asked.
“No. You may not be able to take the sessions together, but he should be able to set them up at his diocese in Albany. You don’t have to take them together, so it shouldn’t be a problem.” Father Capello reassured Jorden all would work out for their summer wedding.
Jorden felt pleased to have the details coming together. The priest never used the term Pre-Cana, but she figured the sessions he referred to must be the same ones Alex had written about. She assumed Alex’s mother must have made the suggestion.
Tearing herself away from the memory, Jorden’s eyes slid back to Alex’s letter.
Let me try and explain. Pre-Cana conferences are for engaged couples planning to marry. I really want you to go. It’s important to me. They have a lot of good information about Catholic doctrines and general information to prepare for marriage. The sessions will be valuable to you—to us. The Catholic Church considers us a mixed marriage. Doesn’t that sound awful?
The words stung. Jorden sat up and straightened her shoulders. Unbelievable. She would never have thought of them as a mixed marriage. They were both Christians, only on different spectrums of the same religion. Her eyes darted back to his letter.