I recently received a check in the mail from the father of a bride with a note that read, "Please find enclosed a check for the balance of the fee for marrying my little girl." A tender sentiment, one that I often see brought to light on the faces of moms and dads at weddings. My goodness, what a range of emotions we all get to experience on these most remarkable of days!
I do this work because I am deeply touched by the love revealed in wedding ceremonies. I’m blessed to be nearby when a bride and groom open their hearts and profess their most sincere affection to each other. I hope that my participation helps to bring about a sense of reverence to the moment, so much so that everyone present honors the covenant being played out before their eyes. People choose to get married in a ceremonial way because they understand – we all understand – that the moment deserves to be extraordinary. The act of two people making such intimate promises to one another with such transparency deserves the respect and awe of everyone witnessing it. I try to help create the space for that to happen. I like supporting couples in knowing that there is meaning to their lives and that their sacred union serves a high purpose. Weddings are magical moments when the goodness of two lives shared is brought into the light and celebrated. We who bear witness to these hallowed gestures are blessed.
I cannot adequately describe the experience of standing with a groom as his bride is walking down the aisle toward him. Being in the presence of such optimism and tenderness, I am mindful of what a once-in-a-lifetime moment this is. I think of the goodness of two hearts joining together, and I rest in awe and gratitude that this man and this woman have found each other. Two lives fulfilled and blessed....
A recent wedding I performed in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains turned out to have a rather enchanting look and feel. It was a rainy, misty day and, yet, the couple chose to go ahead with their outdoor ceremony. We stood on a bluff overlooking a beautiful, green meadow and, with the mist and the fog, one could easily have imagined we were in the natural wonder of Scottish meadows. A fitting ambience, given that we had a touching hand-fasting moment in the ceremony, a Scottish tradition that gives rise to the binding of the bride's and groom's hands, hearts, and lives. The fasting, the beauty of the green valley through the mist, and the very atmosphere of love brought them home, and sanctified their union.