Monday, June 4, 2007

December 31, 2006

Partly because I miss the DNB, and partly because some of you couldn't make it to our rockin' good time of a wedding, here's a reproduction of the reading we compiled for our ceremony. It's taken from bits and pieces of writings, songs, and poems we love.

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This is the moment of sweet Aloha.

It’s foreign on this side. For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us. Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person - it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something; it is a great, demanding claim. And it is a treasure to find someone who looks for this divine potential in you.

It is through this individual ripening that the One Flesh becomes. But this One Flesh must not ‘live to itself’ any more than the single individual. It was not made, any more than he, to be its Own End. Therefore, love must perish in its earthly form. Love, to be redeemed, will have had to die to its old self in both of you, both of you seeking first the Kingdom.

In this seeking you form ties, roots, a firm base.... For marriage, which is always spoken of as a bond, becomes actually, in this stage, many bonds, many strands, of different texture and strength, making up a web that is taut and firm. The web is fashioned of love. Yes, but many kinds of love: Christ’s love first, then romantic love, then a slow-growing devotion and, playing through these, a constantly rippling companionship. It is woven of memories of meetings and conflicts; of triumphs and disappointments. It is a web of communication, a common language, and the acceptance of lack of language too, a knowledge of likes and dislikes, instincts and intuitions, and known and unknown exchanges. The web of marriage is made through nearness, in the day to day living side by side, looking upward and outward together. It feels like you’re home.

The die is cast, come grief, come joy; come richer, or come poorer; when love it binds the mystic tie, blest is the bridal hour.

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