When I was 18 to 23 years old, I wanted to get married in a park in a tiny white cotton dress. Back then, we wore sleeveless short mini dresses! We were young and slim. I made the dress myself, and I was going to marry my rebel boyfriend out side in a garden. But Mom intervened. "Must get married in church, must have a real reception" Just like Mom used to say "must have a college education and get a good job." My friend Karen told me yesterday that we can’t tell young people anything. Maybe I’m old… Yesterday France, "a secular nation" was attacked, from within by home grown angry young men. What makes us "go away"? What makes us so angry? And what calms our wild rebellion and brings us around? I married in the church and had a beautiful reception in an amazing dress. Mother and her friends and Chuck’s family pulled me, recalcitrant young rebel, back in. We need to speak to the young about values. About God, protecting angels, faith, care for others, humility. I went to a lovely wedding yesterday where the couple stood under a beautiful, breezy cloud laden sky and pledged to ask God to be the third member in their marriage. We prayed "in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit." In the light of the rebellion and anger and outright hatred that caused angry young men to shoot up civilian parties in Paris, a young couple pledged to honor each other under the protection of a loving God. Let us say thank you to God every day for the blessings he pours out on those who will to see. God bless you.
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