It’s the season for weddings. Kate and I have been to three in just the last month, with one more to go: Kate’s sister is getting married in our backyard on Saturday.
My favorite part of a wedding — besides the cake, obviously — is when the bride and groom read vows that they have prepared themselves. They reach into their pockets and pull out a folded-up piece of paper, from which they read handwritten lines that strain to articulate just how much this precious person means to them. The words are from the heart. But in truth there’s not enough paper in the world to capture everything they’re feeling in that moment.
Last weekend we attended the wedding of two dear friends. What impressed, especially from a couple so young, was that they both included in their vows a commitment to having hard conversations. This struck me as remarkably clear-sighted, since, based on my own experience at the altar, it’s easy to believe that there will only ever be bliss and contentment. In that luminous moment, it’s possible to believe that the struggles that plague “ordinary” couples will somehow pass you by.
When they got married, my two friends made a covenant with each other, before God and their community.… Read the rest