A couple of weeks ago, I officiated a wedding. I had known the bride for years, and had worked extensively with the couple, as we prepared for their marriage and the ceremony. Upon the completion of the service, the pronouncing of the couple and the signing of the marriage license, I watched the wedding party board the bus and head off to rejoice with their friends as they celebrated their new marriage. Eventually they would make it to the reception, where I would once again be needed. But, as for now…I spent the next hour cleaning and tidying up the church before the next day’s service.
By the time I got home, my wife and I found that we only had about 30 minutes or so before we had to turn around and leave again to make it to the reception in time. It is remarkable how quickly time can get away from us. My wife had the gift wrapped and ready to go, but the card had not yet been signed. She slid the card in front of me and said…“You are the one who knows the couple…sign this for them so I can put it with the gift.”
I spent some time and wrote a very sincere and heartfelt message to the couple. I expressed how much I enjoyed participating in their special day and encouraged them in their new lives together. We then drove to the reception where we forgot the card and gift in the truck. We didn’t want to look stupid, and turn around to go back and get the card as soon as we stepped into the reception hall…so we decided to mingle and eat first. Before departing we made the special trip back to the truck, walking 4 blocks one way…and then 4 blocks back…uphill…both ways…in sweltering heat…wearing dress shoes…just to retrieve the gift and the card. We walked into the reception hall once again…dropped the gift into the gift box and turned around and headed for home.
The following Wednesday afternoon (4 days later), my wife called me at the office. “Hello dear.”
“Well, hello Honey.”
“I was just curious if you read the wedding card that you signed for the wedding last Saturday.”
“Honestly…No I did not…I wrote a nice message on the card…but no, I did not read it. In fact, who cares what the card said…a wedding card is a wedding card.” I said.
“That’s just it.” She replied.
“What’s just it?”
“I bought two cards that day…and I just found a wedding card.”
“Fine…we used one and we have one on hand for the next wedding.”
“No, you don’t understand…I bought two cards that day…a wedding card and a sympathy card…and I just found the wedding card!”
“Oh my goodness!!!...that is super awkward!”
Well…it is not uncommon to find the marriage announcements right next to the obituaries…so…maybe it’s one in the same?
In times like this, I can’t help but wonder…what will these people think of me? What do we do? How do we fix this? Eeeek!...why did we have to remember to go back and get the gift from the truck? I wish we had just left it!
In Daniel chapter 11 we see Daniel receive a vision which causes him to be aware of what is prophesied to come in the days ahead. Jesus even tells us to “watch” as we look toward the future…to be aware of what is going on around us. I should have been more aware of what I was signing. In Daniel chapter 12, we essentially see Daniel nervously asking God… “What now?...What do I do? How do I deal with thisl?”. God’s response is to challenge Daniel with a call to continue to live for God…to “…go your way…” even if we don’t know what the next day holds. We are to keep on living for him.
We will always make mistakes…but keep on…continue…keep following…even if we are afraid…worried…anxious…burdened. Go your way. Please God, not mankind…and always read your wedding cards.