Pastor Caesar Paul shared a "sermonette" during the ceremony from Judges 2. (By far the weirdest passage of scripture I've ever heard read at a wedding.) But the point he drew from the passage of Israel's history was: "Rejoice. Remember. Then, rejoice again." His admonition to Kyle and Beth was to spend today in rejoicing, and return to that same rejoicing every time they remember today.
It was so good to see old friends today at the wedding. Childhood friends. High school friends. Parents of friends. College friends. Church friends. The joy was so thick you could feel it, taste it, smell it. And just in case you're wondering...joy smells GOOD.
It was harder to see some old friends than others. My heart broke all over again for friends in broken relationship. I realized some wounds aren't as healed as I'd hoped they would be by now.
Already weakened by spending last night vomiting bad nachos from Applebee's, it hurt to see my own sin nature come out on such a blessed, happy day. Why was my heart so focused on myself? Sometimes I still feel guilty for crying over wounds that I think should be healed. Dad gave me some godly counsel, though, to help me see my life in healthy perspective.
Finally driving home to my apartment tonight, a song played at the wedding was stuck in my head:
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
Verse 3 in particular tugs at my heart. I walked in the front door of my apartment to see this beautiful promise of joy:
According to the internet (http://www.igracemusic.com/hymnbook/hymns/o08.html) the song was written by a man whose fiancee left him after he discovered he was going blind. The hymn was written for his sister's wedding.
Joy is made beautiful by suffering. The rainbow stands out against the dark storm clouds as a covenant of God's faithfulness. That's the joy I saw in Kyle's eyes, in Beth's eyes today. This is the God of hope I can cling to.
"Count it all joy, my brothers, when you face trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith leads to steadfastness." James 1:2-3 ESV
Father, I'm counting it joy. All of it. Counting it joy.
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