I remember the first couple years when our marriage was not good at all, we attended church twice weekly and even served as well. Our pastor was wonderful and the message was on-fire every week. We just could not get enough. Yet we also couldn’t get to the parking lot without arguing. I remember one Sunday in particular on the way to church we got into a heated argument in the car, on the highway I-95 in Florida. The church was about forty five minutes from our house and as usual we left late (we’re Jamaicans). So we started arguing about that. Then after that we transitioned to another issue (as we often did), one thing leading to another. Soon the conflict turned to the radio and the ...............