A package arrived in today's mail. My daughter's mother-in-law had sent us a copy of the DVD from the wedding. Pretty cool! My husband popped it into his computer. A few of the kids gathered around to watch. I was busy in the kitchen, bottling kombucha and baking cookies. (Now, how's that for oxymoronic behavior???)
Pretty soon, they all laugh at the invocation. Good grief, what on earth could be so funny about "In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost"? So I scoot out to the dining room and ask my husband to back up the video just a smidge.
At the invocation, there was a whole mass of people crossing themselves. I mean, a lot of people! There was the groom's family, the bride's family, everybody in the chancel, college friends, and all the ladies-in-waiting (also known as Mouthhouse friends).
It's kinda nifty, kinda comforting, kinda encouraging, to know that in this place -- a place where there were once complaints about the crucifix, complaints about the chasuble, and complaints about every-Sunday communion -- to see a whole congregation full of Christians making the sign of the cross. Granted, lots of them were visitors, but that's okay. It's nice, now and then, to be part of the norm instead of being the oddball.
And Lu, thanks for the video!
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