OK, it’s time for true confessions. How many of you set your alarms this morning to get up and watch “the wedding of the century?” OK, if you didn’t, how many of you recorded it on your DVR?
Everyone’s talking about the royal wedding between Prince William and his Princess Bride, Kate. It’s all over the media. You can hardly read, watch, listen, or search any of the media outlets without getting the latest low down on “the marriage of the century.”
I love it! Why? Because of all the pomp and grandeur of a royal wedding?
No. That part I can do without. I’m not into all the preparations and pageantry of a wedding. Let’s face it, I’m a guy. Enough said. That part is all for the woman. And all the women reading go “Ah.” Come on, you know I’m right. And that’s okay.
So what part do I love?
I love it because it’s a reflection of the grandiose celebration of hope. It reflects what every marriage was and is meant to be. Not just a grand beginning, but also a wonderful middle, and a glorious finish.
We lose the wonder of marriage soon after the rice flies and the happy couple heads off on their honeymoon. The return to “real life” quickly diminishes the regal beginnings of “once upon a time.”
In his epilogue to his book, The Mystery of Marriage, Mike Mason describes the glorious privilege of being married better than most, and certainly better than I can.
At first he describes the grandeur of waking up everyday to a glorious sight out of his bedroom window in the Canadian Rockies . . . a beautiful mountain, sunrise, river, and breathtaking scenery. The scenery he describes is both majestic and mystical. And as a man, I get that. I’ve watch glorious sunrises and sunsets from knee deep in a trout stream, huddled in a duck blind, or from my camp site north of Denali in Alaska.
But then, Mike describes a glorious scene that is far more majestic and beautiful than anything else in this natural world. He writes:
There is a woman in bed beside me. Right this moment I could reach out my hand and touch her, as easily as I touch myself, and as I think about this, it is more staggering than any mountain or moon. It is even more staggering, I think, than if this woman happened instead to be an angel (which, come to think if it, she might well be). There are only two factors which prevent this situation from being so overpoweringly awesome that my heart would explode just trying to take it in: one is that I have woken up just like this, with this same woman beside me, hundreds of times before, and the other is that millions of other men and women are waking up beside each other, just like this, each and every day all around the world, and have been for thousands of years.
Just so easily are miracles unraveled, disqualified, turned back into the common stuff of everyday life. Just so easily do statistics sprinkle their unmagical dust over all the wondrous beauty of life, transforming the celestial into the commonplace, the impossible into the inescapable. Yet if even the miracle of a man and a woman in love can be stripped of its splendor, covered with dust, buried under ordinariness, then what hope have we men and women of ever surviving the monotony of Heaven, where love will be as common as air? How shall we cope in an afterlife where there will be nothing miraculous to lift us out of our tedium, because there will be nothing unmiraculous? Here and now, it seems is the time to practice amazement, the time to learn how to be thunderstruck. Either we suffocate under all that is unbeautiful, unsurprising, unspectacular, ungraceful in our lives, or else we learn here and now to breathe the air of grace. In marriage, to put this thought into more homely language, we learn how to appreciate one another, to see one another a precious. We learn how to love.
So, when you check out the updates on William and Kate’s big day, just remember this:
There are hundreds and thousands of royal weddings that will take place throughout the world this year. And while they will not all be accompanied with the fanfare of British royalty, rest assured that their Heavenly Father is present and celebrating over them. Sons and daughters of the King of Kings–each one a prince and princess in their own right(1 Peter 2:9)–will unite in marriage. They all share a royal lineage and have great hopes of what can become of their blessed earthly union that will echo throughout eternity.
So, if you have the privilege of being invited to a “royal wedding” yet this year, remember that you are in the presence of royalty. Celebrate with joy. And for those of us who are married and who have forgotten the glory of our own royal wedding, remember and celebrate over that “prince” or “princess” who the King of Kings so graciously gave to you.