I went to a wedding yesterday. As I sat there and the minister was talking about how important the vows were I was looking at the main characters and those around me. The minister was divorced and married to a woman who had an affair with him while still married to her first husband. The groom had been married before. The mother and father of the bride were divorced and so forth. A lot of the people I knew around me had been divorced too. Then everyone took communion.
I'm not judging here, just observing. The Lord knows I don't have any room to judge here. I'm observing.
The reading at the wedding was from Shakespeare's Sonnet 116:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wondering bark, whose worth unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
The couple truly seemed in love last night. I hope, pray, and send blessings their way. May they beat the odds.