I’m getting ready to do 31 Days of Blogging for October again. But since it’s Monday, I wanted to sneak in one last post for Marriage Mondays (which I clearly have not been consistent in writing for!).
I was privileged to be at a rare event this past Saturday. A wedding. Not so rare, you say? Well let me just tell you how rare it was:
- it was in a church
- simple, almost sparse decorations
- people dressed up for this occasion
- a lone pianist played while guests were seated
- the processional began while a violinist accompanied the pianist
- The first sets of grandparents were seated- all grey haired; 2 couples on the groom’s side
- The bride’s grandparents were seated- all grey haired; 2 couples
- The groom’s parents were escorted in by the groom- this couple, married for 23 years
- The bride’s mom was escorted in followed by the bride escorted by her dad. The parents, still married, sat together.
- On the front row were these 6 couples: SIX. All married to their original mate- a combined total of over 250 years of marriage represented for this young couple to be mentored by and to model their marriage after.
The service was short: a couple of worship songs which clearly state the faith of this newly-joined couple.
A simple 3 point message from the pastor.
Nervous, excited, touching vows.
A ring that got stuck, giggles, blushing and finally….a tender, sweet, 21 year old kiss.
It took me back to my own wedding.
So traditional in many ways.
I wonder why people get all crazy about weddings and the fuss made over them? This day was sweet because two young people pledged their love, devotion and commitment to each other before God and their families. That’s it. That’s really all there is to DO on a wedding day. Commit. Pledge. Vow.
It was a 35 minute ceremony. And now life begins.
What I love about this type of wedding is that the expectation is for the bride and groom to learn and grow together. They don’t have it all figured out. But they EXPECT to work at it and learn together. There is no pre- nup. There is no contingency for “if things don’t work out”. There is only a united, committed effort to love and be loved….till death us do part.
The bride wore white because she earned the right to do so. A couple who waited till the night of their wedding to take the next step in solidifying their bond. It’s a beautiful thing. If you ever get a chance to witness a wedding like that, take it!
And then pray for them. Because this world is not kind to marriage. There are voices and feelings and offences that work against the first rule of marriage: put the other person first. Once you get that, the other stuff falls into place.
I came across a blog this weekend that I read a year ago. It is simple, from SimpleMom. Worth the read for all of us: