Well, now that was an interesting start to
a wedding. As I waited in the lobby of a
very nice hotel, talking with the photographer for the same wedding I was about
to perform, the hotel wedding coordinator walked up to inform us that the
wedding was going to be a little late getting started. Not that unusual a situation for any wedding,
but Stacy had “that look” in her eye. I
knew something more was forthcoming.
Sure enough, she continued. Seems
the bride had decided that she really didn’t like the professionally applied
make-up job she had just spent the afternoon receiving. So she was currently in the shower washing it
all off. I desperately wanted to appear
as nonchalant as possible, but I just couldn’t stand it. I pulled out my phone to check the time. Fifteen minutes before the scheduled start
time for the wedding. You’re right,
Stacy. This one will be a bit late.
As usually happens, though, the bride made
her way down the elevator, only fifteen or twenty minutes late, and we hurried
out to the gazebo to get started. It was
a really small wedding, only 15 or 20 people.
They did have some kids involved, though. Two flower girls and a ring bearer. And there had been no rehearsal, so this was
an opportunity in the making for something fun to happen. As the bride turned into the aisle to start
her walk, the kids began their. The two
little flower girls walked side by side.
Each held onto a side of … one gallon sized baggie full of rose
petals. And as they walked they did a
masterful job of reaching in and dropping them on the grass. Trailing them was the ring bearer with his pillow
carrying the real-live wedding rings.
The essence of cute all the way around.
The ceremony went really well. I only had to tell them three times which
hand was their right one. And no, the
little guy didn’t drop the rings in the grass.
In fact, it took the groom a long time to even get them untied from the
pillow. All was well, though, and they
knot was officially tied. I hung around
and talked with the folks for a few minutes.
I met the groom’s Mom. Divorced, she told me she was going to a
Bible College in Colorado Springs. She has
to write a wedding ceremony next semester, so she was really paying attention
to what I said. I was surprised that she
had never heard a wedding with plan of salvation before. That’s one of my non-negotiables. I told her to email me, and I would send her
a copy of mine. Most of the crowd left
for a reception dinner at Willie G’s.
But their day was not over, by any means. See, that all occurred from around 1:15 to
2:00 or so. But something else was on
tap to occur by eight that night. The
groom’s Dad … was getting married. Same
location. Same musician. Same pastor.
I made my way home to grab a bite to eat and crash for an hour or
two.
The second wedding actually took a page
from the Seaside miracle handbook. All
indications were that it was going to rain.
It was even sprinkling a bit when I was walking in from the parking
lot. The wedding went on as scheduled,
however. And just as we completed the last
group photo, the unmistakable raindrops began to fall. I think a few more photos followed in the
rain, but I made my way back to the car and on home. So … two weddings in the same day, father and
son. I think I’ll remember this one for
a long time to come.
Psalms
32:11 says, “Rejoice in the Lord and be glad, you righteous; sing,
all you who are upright in heart!”
Father, walk with both of those
couples as they start two new families that are actually one. Amen.
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