Saturday I officiated at my third wedding. The wedding of two good friends. The wedding of one faithful blog reader. So, Preston, here it is for you: Congratulations, dear friend! Thank you for allowing me to share in you and Amy’s special day. It was a honor and a pleasure to be there for the both of you. And thanks for taking my jabs with such good nature. 🙂 You know its cuz I love ya!
Despite our near blizzard here in Missouri, the wedding occurred with little disruption. The key players made it in and the ceremony was beautiful. It was a Christmas theme so the snow made it absolutely perfect. A true winter wonderland.
I really enjoy officiating at weddings. I enjoy the premarital counseling, the ceremony, the participation in such a memorable event. It is truly on those occasions standing before God, the couple and the gathering of friends and family that I know I am in the right place. It feels right to stand and be a visible and audible testimony for God’s presence. For this wedding especially because I wore a clergy robe for the very first time. It is rarely seen in Baptist traditions but the couple asked me to wear one and I was glad to do it. I borrowed a beautiful robe from my friend and co-minister, Jeanie. When I put it on and looked in the mirror, I was humbled and so moved to be wearing such a symbol. I do not take lightly my calling to pastor. Standing before the couple and guiding them as they exchange vows, I do not doubt my calling to pastor. I feel at home. It feels right. I feel peace.