From the back of the...
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From the back of the University Chapel, the wedding coordinator signals the organist that the bride is ready, the "Trumpet Voluntary" begins and the procession starts, the culmination of months and even years of planning. Wedding after wedding, groom after groom, bride after bride, their hopes and their fears are brought to the altar and at that point I do not think there is a finer paragraph than the one tucked into Paul's great hymn of love. Love is patient, not just at love's beginning but down through the long years. Love is kind, remembering all along that kindness begins at home. Love is not irritable (oh, well, maybe only when the baby has been up three times a night for two weeks), Love does not rejoice in wrong doing (oh, he forgot to take the garbage out again; I can really let him have it this time), but rejoices in the truth. Not simply in marriage relationships but in all the love relationships our lives hold, love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. So I am likely to get all choked up as the procession starts down the long Chapel aisle, choked up in the hope that the love so newly planted will deepen its roots through the long years to come, grounded in the love of God that never ends. -- Steffey Morrow
