I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
I was the officiant at a wedding yesterday.
It was a lovely thing.
Funny what comes into your head sometimes.
As I thought about the young man getting married I was suddenly transported in time and place.
He and I were in Haiti, along with some other valiant souls, a few years back.
We were working hard building a church in some extreme heat and had taken a break.
We were sweaty, some of us bloody, and seeking any sort of shade.
In Haiti it isn’t unusual for a crowd to gather to watch a project like ours and this was no exception.
There was a little boy, maybe two years old or so.
He looked us all over and then waked over to the young man whose wedding I would later conduct.
He raised his little arms. My friend lifted him. There was a language barrier I guess but you could tell they were both comfortable.
Being lifted and being held.
Being a lifter and being held.
Kids know who to go to don’t they?
At the wedding yesterday an old man was lost in a memory.
And lifted up.
I’ve a good feeling about this marriage.
As our Friend and I were walking a Sunday stroll we were talking about unions of all kinds but especially those founded on a sense of goodness you can see if you’re a little bit alert. He smiled at me the way he does and said…
“Children, of all ages, like me.”