For over a decade, Sundays in our home were untouchable—not because of faith, but because they belonged to pancakes, cartoons, and doing absolutely nothing. So when my husband abruptly decided we needed to start going to church every weekend, I never suspected that the real reason would dismantle my entire life.

My husband Brian and I had been together for twelve years and married for ten. Religion had never been part of who we were. We had never attended church together—not on holidays, not for special occasions, not even for our wedding.

That simply wasn’t us.

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