It’s a little staggering to be looking at our wedding photos as we approach our fourth anniversary.
The faces of our wedding guests tell the stories of what we’ve seen in four short years, and many of them are profoundly sad stories. Some single are happily married, some barren are happily filled with the laughter of children. But then there is the loss of life, the loss of marriage, the loss of friendship, the loss of job, the loss of memory, the loss of child, the loss of community, even on some level the loss of hope. All of this, represented in one panoramic shot, and I find myself catching my breath and looking away. My heart sinks.
My mind returns to those final words we sang after we made our vows and I am thankful for their hopefulness:
O Christ the same, secure within whose keeping
our lives and loves, our days and years remain,
our work and rest, our waking and our sleeping,
our calm and storm, our pleasure and our pain:
O Lord of love, for all our joys and sorrows,
for all our hopes, when earth shall fade and flee,
O Christ the same, beyond our brief tomorrows,
we bring our thanks for all that is to be.