Linda's wedding
I see this wedding as the funnest wedding I have ever been too. Very different in many aspects, but definitly fun.
Linda is like my mom's grand-daughter. She is a very special kid, I still see her as a kid... you could see "her touch" in everything. But mostly in the fact of how many friends were there.
My son was asked to get his haircut the day before the wedding. He obeyed. When we got there I smiled as I saw the groom in his tuxedo wearing his long hair in a pony tail...ji ji ji. And of course most of his friends wore their hair long.
The pastor was "a clown" as the adults described him. But since most of the people attending the wedding were young...we had most fun. The atmosphere was relaxed and gentle.
What can I say? I had fun.
But it was also a special day for me. It is the first time that I am really out, since I returned to Puebla. And ran into old friends. Their hearts were full of love and care. "Are you ok?" "how are the boys?" "After your divorce I thought you would come back sooner...you took a long time" (ten years)
Their loving eyes, their care, their pain for my divorce and my boys being left behind and then the joy of having me back warmed my heart in a tremendous way.
We sat at the table with Linda's parents, their son sat at the table with us too. For a while it was as if we were the only ones. We are so close dispite the time...the distance, we were not their friends...we were a family. I could feel my mom's soul receiving healing too. For so many years she had had to go alone, now she was accompanied, by her daughters, her son-in-law and her grandson. She no longer was alone.
Loneliness...it is a place we were never meant to be...
One of my dad's friends came to welcome me, my son stood at my side. The man proudly announced "I was your grandfather's friend." Those words were full of love and pride of having known a special man, and they even cracked a bit...at the tought that his friend is gone.
His words moved my heart in a very special way.
Friends, we must never give up, we must always reach out, the reward is high. I have been gone for more than 11 years. I come back and I am welcomed in love.
I know it will be the same when I go to Bolivia. Friends will be there to welcome me with a bear hug.
As I moved through the motions yesterday afternoon, this one thought hit my mind:
this is church.
this is life.
I am convinced it was God's intention that it should be like this, fun, gentle, care and love filled...
This is church.
This is life.
Linda is like my mom's grand-daughter. She is a very special kid, I still see her as a kid... you could see "her touch" in everything. But mostly in the fact of how many friends were there.
My son was asked to get his haircut the day before the wedding. He obeyed. When we got there I smiled as I saw the groom in his tuxedo wearing his long hair in a pony tail...ji ji ji. And of course most of his friends wore their hair long.
The pastor was "a clown" as the adults described him. But since most of the people attending the wedding were young...we had most fun. The atmosphere was relaxed and gentle.
What can I say? I had fun.
But it was also a special day for me. It is the first time that I am really out, since I returned to Puebla. And ran into old friends. Their hearts were full of love and care. "Are you ok?" "how are the boys?" "After your divorce I thought you would come back sooner...you took a long time" (ten years)
Their loving eyes, their care, their pain for my divorce and my boys being left behind and then the joy of having me back warmed my heart in a tremendous way.
We sat at the table with Linda's parents, their son sat at the table with us too. For a while it was as if we were the only ones. We are so close dispite the time...the distance, we were not their friends...we were a family. I could feel my mom's soul receiving healing too. For so many years she had had to go alone, now she was accompanied, by her daughters, her son-in-law and her grandson. She no longer was alone.
Loneliness...it is a place we were never meant to be...
One of my dad's friends came to welcome me, my son stood at my side. The man proudly announced "I was your grandfather's friend." Those words were full of love and pride of having known a special man, and they even cracked a bit...at the tought that his friend is gone.
His words moved my heart in a very special way.
Friends, we must never give up, we must always reach out, the reward is high. I have been gone for more than 11 years. I come back and I am welcomed in love.
I know it will be the same when I go to Bolivia. Friends will be there to welcome me with a bear hug.
As I moved through the motions yesterday afternoon, this one thought hit my mind:
this is church.
this is life.
I am convinced it was God's intention that it should be like this, fun, gentle, care and love filled...
This is church.
This is life.
posted by thisfool @ 3:23 PM
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