Second Sunday After Epiphany, Year C
Eight years ago this week, a friend of sang a gospel rendition of Amazing Grace that echoed across the nave of our church, my young nephew vomited in the chancel/choir stall during the church service, and Emily and I shared Holy Eucharist with friends and family who spanned our individual and common lives. It was our wedding and it was a joyous day to whose memories I still return to often.
Among the best of those memories are the many people who came together to make it happen. Emily and I have always had a greater abundance of community than we have of cash, and so when planning the wedding we made it a community event. Our photographer was a friend with a serious hobby; our reception was a feast of soups and breads made by colleagues and companions on our journey together. Our cake, one of the best I’ve ever had, was made by an amateur baker and displayed on a beautiful stand made by her husband.
All these things were gifts, given in celebration of the gift Emily and I had found in each other. It was a day in which love was made visible, both in this sacrament between two people, but also among all those who celebrated it with us.
Given that my anniversary is this week it was hard not to think of that day as I read our lessons for this Sunday. Read more