I have seen a spectrum of styles, various instruments, a few many-splendored glories and a few fiascoes (including the soloist who had pitch issues to begin with and ended with my threat to boycott accompanying his free-style, note-bending, ad-libbing, Donna Summersesque rendition of The Lord’s Prayer).
But nothing will ever surpass the clarity, the simplicity, the potency of one cello playing The Church’s One Foundation as the bridesmaids walked down the aisle.
with his own blood he bought her, and for her life he died.
The wedding sermon was superb. You, gentle reader, are blessed because you may read it here. I timed it: six minutes to read. Print it out and read it with your family. More beauty. More wonder. More mystery.
The entire day was magnificent. A coming together of friends and families near and far to witness the ceremony and rejoice at the reception. Both families delighted with their new son/daughter/sister/brother. A traditional southern New Year’s Day meal — and I l-o-v-e-d the steamed collards and black-eyed peas, not to mention the pulled pork. I think I could be very happy living in the South.
A glorious wedding brings to fruition all the years of labor and prayer and care and guidance that went into the bearing and bringing up of a child. It is such a day of rejoicing for the parents and grandparents and all the onlookers who have watched the growth in the bride or groom’s life.
You know these people don’t you?
We didn’t have the freedom to just sit and talk non-stop until the evening after the wedding. I loved relaxing together and letting our conversation meander where it would. Another bonus was meeting her parents, lovely folk. I am inspired by her mother who took up painting after she turned 50 and is now an accomplished artist. I loved introducing Dana to my loved ones.
2008 began gloriously. I believe it’s going to be a great year.