We were married 11 years ago on sacred ground. There was not much there to show the holiness--a scrubby bush, a lamppost, and a patch of summer-scorched grass, but we could feel it. This was our home and there could be no better place to start a new chapter in our lives together. We had met while at seminary and had shared classes together and walks across this very quad. Our first apartment was yards away and we would find our way there on our way back down the aisle. We were poor students and couldn't afford much more than a couple dozen chairs and the help of our friends, but we didn't want it any other way. It was perfectly beautiful. The dean of the school played our guitar processional as we started from separate walkways and met in the middle to finish our walk together. At our makeshift altar, our preaching professor officiated, and friends shared in scripture and prayers. Our small group of family and friends joined in singing "Dona Nobis Pacem" (Grant Us Peace), and we felt it, mixed with our nervous excitement.
Recently, our seminary relocated, and the grounds and buildings are being sold to new owners. I feel a little sad the physical connection to this place will be lost, but the memory is as fresh in my mind as that June 1st evening years ago. We took a trip back to reminisce and share the story with our kids, marking a ritual that was just the beginning of many happy journeys together.
|Maryn always likes to come between us!|