Well,
I shouldn’t have said anything the other day about the neck doctor not
returning my email. I now have an
official appointment with the neurosurgeon.
Guess I’ll soon be checking out how well our relationship with the medical
sharing plan Samaritan Ministries works.
Oh, and the appointment is the day before we leave for a trip to
Branson, Missouri, with some Seasiders.
Wonder what delightful news we will hear that will brighten and
encourage us in our enjoyment of the journey …
You
know what? I have a great neighbor. Taylor is a young, 20-something new Dad of a
precious one-year-old little girl. He is
an accomplished professional in his field.
He plays guitar in his church praise team. He is preparing to go do mission work in
Mexico for two years. Pretty impressive,
huh? Well, that’s not what endears me so
much to him. Here it comes … Yesterday
good ol’ Taylor was outside doing yard work.
He was wearing an orange shirt and blue shorts. Colorful, but no big deal, right? Tennis shoes, of course. But the crowning achievement of his Saturday
morning? He was wearing knee-high black
socks. Now that, my friend takes a
courage not often seen in a young millennial.
I am proud of you, Taylor. And I
want a pair of those knee-highs.
I
feel kind of sense of survivor’s guilt this morning. We did nothing related to storm relief
yesterday. Didn’t even go by the church
and straighten up the donation piles so they would look nicer for church this
morning. Odd feeling …
I did
make three fire department station visits.
Wanted to check on the guys who made a really tough call on
Wednesday. It was their first shift
back. Oh, and we did go up to Texas to
watch some of Jachin’s baseball games.
He had a really good day. He hit
a double, a bunt single and walked in the first game. He had already walked in the second game when
we had to leave. I had to get ready for
an unusual wedding opportunity. Back the
last week of August I was enlisted to do a 50th anniversary vows
renewal at the San Luis Hotel. Then the “young
bride” called and asked if I would also do an actual wedding of her grandson at
the same time. All was set to go when
Hurricane Harvey began changing plans.
The original date was postponed, then postponed again. The new wedding couple actually went ahead
and got married so they would have the same anniversary as their grandparents,
but they still wanted to continue with the service at the hotel as planned. We finally managed to get a date set, and
last night was the culmination.
The
wedding and vows renewal went well.
Well, except that we waited over thirty minutes for the photographer to
arrive. I think in all the date
confusion he must have gotten lost in the shuffle. We finally started without him, and with all
the cell phone videos and snapshots being taken, I think they will have an
amazing array of technological options for their wedding remembrances. We completed the wedding first, and as the
happy couple walked down the isle, I called out, “Wait. Hold on.
We’re not done yet. We have a
double header planned for you tonight.”
The bride and groom returned, with the bride taking one of the
now-vacated seats of the grandparents and the groom joining the grandparents at
the altar to stand as a best man. One of
the bride’s original bridesmaids stood at her side, and we began the vow
renewal. As we finished up, the
photographer finally arrived, and he took a lot of pictures, both on site and
at the reception. In the end it was a
nice event. I have learned over the
years that when a wedding is involved, the most crucial element is …
flexibility. Anything can and probably
will happen.
2
Peter 3:14 says, “So then, dear friends,
since you are looking forward to this, make every effort to be found spotless, blameless
and at peace with him.”
Father,
be with the new family that was formed.
And honor the lives of the two who have stuck with each other and with
you for 50 years. Amen.
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