Sunday, June 17, 2012
My brother and his wonderful bride are now married.
The wedding was absolutely beautiful. The flowers were gorgeous, the cake was fantastic, the music was wonderful, the couple was radiant.
My sister and I were given the honor of being in the wedding party. Along with our bridesmaid duties of foofing the bride's train and holding her bouquet, we were asked to read two bible passages that the bride and groom picked out for the wedding ceremony.
I love my sister. She's always been my confidante, supporter, cheerleader, and friend. If there is one thing that I can be sure of, it's that my sister will always, ALWAYS have my back.
With that being said, my sister and I (since, being siblings, were are STRICTLY obligated to do so,) take great pride in driving each other nuts.
This past Thursday, since we had several relatives flying in from out of state, my parents decided to take us all out for dinner for a pre-wedding get together. We went to the Taphouse grill in Seattle, which has an EXCELLENT pescetarian menu (Yup. I'm a pescetarian now. That's a post for another day, though.)
As we were waiting for our meals, the groom-to-be then asked us to read the passages for a bit of entertainment. I opted to go first, (since my verse, 1 Corinthians 13, has been engraved into my brain since the fifth grade). I read the verse, and after a graceful pause, looking up demurely, and gently orating, "The word of the Lord", I sat down with a small flourish. Pretentious? Admittedly, yes. I should have known better.
My sister, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, then got up to read her verse. Or so I thought.
She stood up, cleared her throat, gestured toward me, and with a smirk, read:
"We have a little sister.
She has no breasts."
(Readers, this is actually in the Bible. Song of Songs 8:9).
The table erupted with laughter as my sister dodged a container of tartar sauce.
The Good Word is used for many things, Readers. It is used to bring comfort, reassurance, and hope. Sadly, it is also used to bring division and hate.
I'm not sure if our Lord intended for his Word to be used for picking on one's siblings. One thing is for certain, though, Readers: as we were all laughing our butts off, I'm pretty sure that God was laughing with us.
Until next time, Readers!