September 15, 2014 – The Wedding Official

“Therefore fear YHVH, and serve him truly and sincerely. Put away the gods your ancestors served beyond the [Euphrates]River and in Egypt, and serve YHVH!  If it seems bad to you to serve Adonai, then choose today whom you are going to serve! Will it be the gods your ancestors served beyond the River? or the gods of the Emori, in whose land you are living? As for me and my household, we will serve Yod Hey Vav Hey” (Joshua 24:14-16).

Yes, my family serves the Living God: my husband, me, and our children.

I love my husband’s family – all of them from the oldest to the youngest to the nieces and nephews, and in-laws.  They are all wonderful people, kind and generous.  Yet, they lack one thing.  They do not serve the Living God.  It’s always strange for me at mealtimes when everyone sits down and begins to eat.  There is never a moment of thankfulness for the meals.   They just consume gourmet foods, sip perfect wines and tell hilarious stories without a single thought to how incredibly, and I mean incredibly, blessed they are in this world.    

Within the past 18 months, I have witnessed a memorial and a wedding with my husband’s family and I find myself wondering how they define life and death or how they even live life and die death.   Of course, after spending time with these family members for over 30 years, I know which subjects are taboo and I avoid them to ‘keep the peace,’ but I am forever observant and wondering.  

At both the memorial and the wedding, my husband was asked to ‘officiate’.  Apart from him being the only brother with three sisters, I find this fascinating.  When it comes to the deep things in life, marriage, and death, he’s the go-to guy.  After he put on a wetsuit and rowed the kayak to the rock where his mother’s ashes were to be scattered, he spoke the Aaronic blessing over her.  Though no one heard the words and it didn’t matter what he said, he was finally able to speak words of blessing over his mother that he had wanted to say for many years.   He had a deep desire for her to know the way of life he was given and he could only freely speak his heart over her ashes. 

When he was asked to officiate his niece’s wedding, he knew that the ceremony would be void of God.  When he received the words his niece and her fiancé wanted spoken at her wedding, he couldn’t even decipher them.    They had no substance and actually reminded both of us of the ‘Friends’ episode where Joey spoke over and over, ‘giving and loving and receiving and sharing.’  It was obvious they had no clue what marriage is nor how to express it.  It was going to be just another phase in their separate lives where one would never overshadow the other and everything would be love.  

Apart from trying to keep from laughing at the silly words and comparisons, we knew we had to make some changes at least to make the seemingly spiritual sounding words actually make sense.   Because my husband was told he could mix their desired  words into the ceremony, he decided to weave Scripture with no references throughout.  He said he would feel better if God’s Word was in there somewhere even if it was in bits and pieces. He sent a copy back to the bride and groom for their approval.   They never took time to read it.

Not knowing what their response would be if they recognized any of the Scriptures,  I watched the couple as my husband spoke the Word of God over them.   I noticed that it was only when the Words of Life were spoken that they looked at each other, smiled and nodded.  Not once during the words of their frivolous fluff did they even flinch.  After the ceremony, not only the bride and groom, but several of their agnostic wedding party friends told my husband that they were touched deeply by his words and they were truly heartfelt.

It was a difficult decision for my husband to speak new age thoughts and ideas at a wedding, but God always gives him/us the opportunity to share Him no matter where we are in the world, and we seize the moment.   In these past three days, YHVH opened the door to speak about tattoos with one sister because the owners of the bridal party’s rental house had an old Bible on the bookshelf. She just happened to open it to Leviticus.  At the rehearsal dinner, we were reminded by another sister not to eat some of the ordered pizzas because they had  sausage and bacon.  Yes, an agnostic sister respects who we are.   With the groom’s family, we shared the last chapter in the book of Job after introducing our daughter, Jemima.  If you’re curious, read Job 42 and see that Job had three beautiful daughters who receive an inheritance.  The groom’s father said, “I need to go home tonight and read Job!”   Both of the groom’s parents were glad to know that someone who knew God would be officiating because they had no idea what their son or future-daughter-in-law believed.  For the bride’s family, it didn’t matter.

YHVH Elohim was at both the memorial and the wedding  because my husband who lives out his faith quietly but committed, was present.  Because of his willingness to be a vessel for Truth, God gave him the open doors  to speak and sow seeds.  The wedding was definitely not void of God in spite of all the pretext to make it so.

©2014 Tent Stake Ministries

  

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