Rev’s reflections


Rev’s Reflection July 2022

Now our children are in their twenties, they find themselves attending weddings most months during the summer and at the time of writing we await the wedding of one of our own daughters in just a few weeks’ time. By the time you read this however, the Willmot family should be far more relaxed than they are currently feeling with the last minute ‘to do’ list looming large.

 At least my hat is finally sorted, it’s ‘a big one’ and thus quite comforting to know that if it rains, several families will be able to seek shelter underneath it. As father of the bride, Nic is fine-tuning his speech but has not yet conquered how to recite it without a lump in his throat and a tear in his eye. Nor has he mastered how to walk down the aisle with his daughter on his arm without yet more emotion bubbling to the surface and halting their progress. In their practise of ‘the walk’ which begins at the kitchen sink and finishes at the front door, his most recent words were ‘how the heck can I get up the aisle when I can’t even hold it together long enough to get out of the kitchen!’

The girls are off on their ‘hen weekend’ today and so my anxiety levels are reaching a critical level but thankfully the ‘stags’ returned from their weekend unscathed, and the groom still retains both his eyebrows and no visible signs of a new and surprising tattoo!

I remember mine and Nic’s wedding day 35 years ago like it was yesterday, I can still hear the 3-year-old bridesmaid dancing up and down the pew during the prayers, belting out a marvellous rendition of ‘I’m singing in the rain’ whilst swinging her basket of flowers at arm’s length in a perfect 360° circle. I can also remember receiving the photograph album back to discover that not only had Aunty Margaret come to the wedding with her shopping bag, but she had also stood at the front of all the family photos. Oh, the memories!

What stands out especially though was my mum’s courage and fortitude in being the best mum of the bride any girl could want, when sadly my dad had died only two weeks before. Sometimes life throws you a curve ball and we must navigate difficult circumstances. Weddings can often be spectacular events and at other times quiet and intimate moments with the minimum number of guests. But they always mark a new season for two people who want to spend the rest of their lives together.

It’s easy to get caught up in the complicated planning that surround weddings but as I remind all the wedding couples I meet, when they are looking into each other’s eyes, holding hands, and saying their vows, the image of their guests should fade a little into the background and my voice should just be a quiet one they hear. In that moment, they should feel like they are the only people in that building, making their promises to love one another, in the presence of God.

                          ‘And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.’ 1 Corinthians 13:13