Two
weeks ago I attended a nephew’s wedding. We weren’t sure we were going to make
it because the location could only be accessed by crossing a railroad track. A
freight train was stopped at one of the two entrances, and we had no way of
knowing whether the train was long enough to block the other entrance, too.
Fortunately,
we were stuck behind other cars also headed to the wedding. Eventually the
front one turned around, the next one followed, and so on. I assume that
somebody in the front car heard via cell phone that the other entrance wasn’t
blocked. In any event, we followed, too, and we made it with a few minutes to
spare.
The
bride is a geologist whose previous job involved environmental work on Lake
Michigan, so she wanted to hold the ceremony in a gazebo overlooking it. The weather
cooperated, and the traditional secular ceremony went well. But I was
disappointed because it was missing what I consider to be the most important
ingredient in any marriage. There was no mention of Christ.
Congratulations
Mike and Amanda. I wish you a long and happy marriage. But even more, I wish you
a Christ-centered one.
That’s
what helps the best marriages survive.
__________
I
didn’t get any photos of the ceremony itself because there were too many heads
in the way, so the one at the top of this post was taken by my daughter, Caroline
Camp Ill.
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