Love blooms in many places, times and ages. Saturday we
attended our third wedding in four weeks. None of these weddings were what is
most apt to come to mind when you first think of such an occasion. You know—a young couple discovering the one
with whom they want to spend the rest of their lives, inexperienced but
blissfully happy and looking forward to a life of happily-ever-after, the
wedding day a culmination of careful planning and nervous anticipation. Love, new young love is exciting for what it
is and what it can become.
The couple at our first wedding the beginning of May, had
known each other since grade school and had off and on crushes on each
other. Sound typical? No not quite, for they both married others
and have gone through the agony of break-down, feelings of entrapment and
failure and final severance of those first vows. It’s not what any of us would long for, but
it happens. Then they found each other
again, still reeling from the difficult times they have faced. They are older and perhaps wiser. The happiness on their faces reflected their
love. Love has risen from the ashes and bloomed again.
The second wedding was between two forty-somethings who never found the right one before they
discovered each other. Although they are inexperienced in marital
relationships, their lives so far have been full—they have experienced varied
slices of life and service, growth and maturation in many other ways. They’re
comfortable in their skin. The light and
joy on their faces too, spoke of their happiness in this new love they have
discovered in each other. Love,
long-awaited has finally burst into bloom.
Saturday was different again. This time it was two seniors who had loving
partners for many years and grieved to see their spouses slip away and to leave
them widowed. They have struggled to find who they were as single people. After a life time of sharing everything, their
meals eaten alone, the places they wanted to or needed to go feeling so
different with no one to share, the end of the days coming with no one to talk
over what happened and to sound out new ideas they uncovered, no one to really
need them. Then they discovered each
other. Even though the groom needed a little help in walking the aisle, he was
almost giddy with joy and excitement.
The bride’s face shone with love and care. Love has bloomed again like
fall asters surrounded by autumn leaves fallen to the ground, we could see real
magnificence and a deep hue of beauty reserved for those with such a level of
maturity and stability.
It’s something God has built into us—the longing to share
our lives intimately with someone else. It’s beautiful when the connection is
made and grows into that kind of love.
We rejoice when two people discover a deep love and commit themselves to
each other. But it doesn’t always
happen.
There are many women and a few men in my circle of friends
who have my admiration. Those are the
ones who have dreamt of having that special someone and for love to bloom in
their lives but it hasn’t happened (at least yet.) However they have found ways to be happy, to
serve and be special friends and encouragers to others in their lives. They are happy and living useful lives,
spreading their own brand of happiness. It
may not be romantic love, but love blooms there too.
Love in any life is important. There are so many aspects to love and ways to
experience love. Perhaps the best way to
finish this reflection is part of a rendition of 1 Corinthians 13 read at the
most recent wedding:
We know only a portion of the truth,
what we say and know about God (or love)
is always
incomplete.
But when the Complete arrives,
our incompletes will be canceled.
We shall know fully,
even as we
are fully known,
(and isn’t that part of our longing for love?)
We don’t yet see things
clearly.
We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist.
But it won’t be long
before the weather clears
and the sun shines bright!
We’ll
see it all then,
see it all as clearly as God sees us,
knowing him directly just as he
knows us!
But for right now,
until that completeness
arrives,
we have three things to do
to lead us
toward that consummation:
Trust steadily in God,
hope unswervingly,
love extravagantly.
And the best of the three
is Love.
1 comment:
Three weddings in short order! My -- you've had a busy little time, eh?
Ruth, this interesting, thoughtful piece didn't arise from a vacuum; you've lived and loved and lost -- and gained . . . gained love. And you continue to give love.
Thank you. ~~+~~
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