I love weddings. I don’t love getting dressed up like I used to, in fact, I lived for the times when I could put on the prettiest of my pretties. I would rather smell like I’ve been at the barn these days because then I know I’m relaxed and happy. But I love to go to a wedding, and so does my husband. He’s the one who shed a tear at the wedding we attended last night. The bride, Victoria, has a boutique and she sells items for Kirabo Seeds so we can help our orphans get the care they need. It was a God appointment that she and I met, and though I am just getting to know her, I like her very much. She met her husband (of less than twenty-four hours as I write), Travis, at church, and they are starting their life together with Jesus first. Craig and I couldn’t remember the last time we were at a wedding. We have now been married as many years as I was old when we got married! (22) Exactly half of my life has been spent married to Craig. To renew our vows quietly in the pew as this young couple made theirs for the first time was a sweet moment for us.
What I most appreciated about this ceremony were two details. First, the bride and groom served communion to everyone present. We walked down the aisle and received communion from the bride, or groom, depending on which side of the church we were sitting. They did this but chose not to do a receiving line outside. I loved it. Second, they had a washing feet ceremony. He washed her feet, and then she washed his. It symbolized the mutual servanthood from which they will begin their life together by following the example of Christ serving his disciples by washing their feet. We were asked to pray for them while they performed this ceremony. It was deeply moving for me.
It was a lovely experience for us to see two young people begin their marriage following the example of Christ.