You can always tell when there’s been a wedding. At my parish, that’s when we get to look at pretty flowers. Because, at a university parish, we don’t spend the big bucks on flowers. We’re frugal, yo. So, we love it when wedding season comes around. There’s fragrant proof of white gowns, flower girls and nervous grooms in the ebullient arrangements left on our altar.
Last weekend, during Mass, I gazed at them and thought of the couples who were here the day before.
Marriage. It’s a strange bird. These days, many think it’s not even something worth bothering with. Some might think life is easier, neater that way. Hassle and commitment free.
Yet, they keep coming down the aisle.
There’s something about marriage, despite what the media and our old aunt Alice might say. We want to give it a go. We, in the depth of our hearts, want to commit. We want to be in it for the long haul. Someday, we want to be that old couple hobbling down the sidewalk with our canes and hunched backs.