Generally I have not been a fan of weddings and funerals. I don’t like getting dressed up. I don’t like pretending to know people. I do enjoy avoiding getting people off the hook by saying who I am and how I am related to the guests of honor. Let ’em guess. I mean generally these events are not about me and so are no big deal. I enjoyed my wedding, the best I can remember. I’ll likely miss my own funeral.
I had to attend a wedding and a funeral this weekend and I was determined to make the best of it. With the proper attitude the funeral turned out to be a blessing. I didn’t really know the deceased, but she obviously was a loving person who knew and served the Lord. The event helped me refocus on what’s important: service and family. The length of the race is unknown; got to just keep on running.
The wedding turned out to be fun. It was great to see an old family friend so happy. The service was nice and the food was great. There are truly beautiful women in my family who are a joy and blessing to me. It was great to see them all dressed up, dancing and having fun. Weddings remind us of how the Lord has blessed us in our own lives. They give us hope that there are still good things in a world that kind of sucks.
There were a lot of old people at both the wedding and the funeral. By old, I mean older than mean me, so really old. I hope I’m not turning into one of those old people whose only fun is going to weddings and funerals. That would be horribly ironic.