Sunday, July 09, 2006



I went to a wedding yesterday. I like weddings; there's something magical about them. I'm not sure why. I guess being celibate makes weddings, hmmmm, weird.

Sometime people ask me, "Damon when are you gonna get married?" "I'm not getting married." Then they look confused, like explaining to a child that hot sauce is hot even though it's cold.

Anyway, back on topic, there is something magical and mysterious about weddings. I often wonder what goes on in the heavenlies when two people get married. There has got to be partying or something.

I often envision angels with fiery swords protecting the ceremony, other angels singing praises to God, and others just partying and celebrating the vows being made.

I see God putting another sprocket in the universe, and him looking down through coming ages of how this marriage will bless his Kingdom throughout eternity.

I see demons devising new tactics of how to destroy what’s being made.

I see two people promising love and willing to stick it out and give it a damned good fight. No giving up, why give the pricks the satisfaction?

I guess weddings remind me of my relationship with God. Except God makes most of the promises. Even though I’ve broken many he still honors his promises. Weddings make me want to give life another shot: to get back in the ring for yet another round. It makes me want to keep on fighting.

Weddings are about hope, that God will give us the desires of our hearts, that he does want to bless us, and that life is not about hopelessness and despair.

Anyway, just my thoughts

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