A Wedding - Part 1

Monday, April 12, 2010

It was a romantic evening. Hubby in a tuxedo, me in a fancy dress. Children at home with a babysitter, us walking hand in hand down the street. The weather reminded us of our wedding day, almost 7 years ago - perfect. Warm sunshine, low humidity, cool breeze. We had not been to a wedding in months, and we were looking forward to this one. As predicted, the reception was jaw dropping, magazine worthy, amazing. The band had us dancing until our feet hurt, and we returned home full of laughter and delight. But, the really romantic part was the most important - the ceremony.

There is something special about sitting in a church next to your beloved, watching two people become each other's beloved. You remember your own wedding vows, and how it felt to jump, to trust, and to enter into the covenant of marriage. There is no way you could have known everything; no way you could have imagined where it would all lead. It may be painful for some couples to look back on that. Thankfully, we are happy where we are now. Things are better than I ever could have imagined. So I sat there with a full heart, squeezing my husband's hand.

The ceremony was a full Catholic service. It was in a church I was visiting for the first time. The "first established site of Catholicity in the Carolinas and Georgia" - a place more than 200 years old. The painting of the Crucifixion over the main alter made me feel humble and silent. I read that it was painted in 1814, damaged by fire in 1838, and restored by the original artist. As the processional music played, I thought about what it must have been like for that artist, restoring his work which so beautifully captures the pain and sacrifice of Christ. What a work for one man. The entire ceremony was reverent and beautiful. The cantor sounded like an angel. The readings were well placed. One came from Proverbs:

A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands . . . In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers. She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy. . . Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

Proverbs 31:10-13, 19-20, 30-31

Kind of makes you stop and think, huh?

The priest was funny. He made us laugh, but he also had some serious things to say. He said that love between a man and a woman in marriage demands sacrifice. You sacrifice yourself for the other. You do so willingly, because you are a team. Hubby and I looked at each other and smiled. We can both think of times when we have sacrificed personal wants for the other. It is nice to know someone will do that for you. Amazing, really.

As we watched the bride and groom kiss sweetly and walk back down the aisle, there was a feeling of goodness all around. We felt happy for them, and grateful that they shared that service of love, in all it's forms, with us. Now, on to the reception. . .

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