Saturday, December 20, 2014

Flower Girls and Weddings from a Dad's Perspective

This blog post comes from Aaron, my guest poster for the night and husband extraordinare:

Weddings have never been much on my radar. If I'm honest, I remember them by the food. I think there are great reasons why food and celebrations go together but that's for a different day. And sure, you can call me shallow but you know I'm right.

Since our K-Life days when we were also going through the season of friends getting married, we have had our fair share of weddings. However, this time around I see them in a different light. A light from being a dad.

And not the angle of giving Anna away in marriage. I'll deal with that never at a later date. Today I was fascinated by the flower girl. Anna was recently asked to be the flower girl for a couple we know whose wedding is this coming summer. When asked, Lara and I both looked at each other and said back to them, "That's great but you might want to reconsider when you get closer." She'd not even be two by that time. Lara and I laughed after playing out the potential scenarios. We're convinced that if she can make it past the middle row of seats, she'd do great. If not, we may be bringing in people with hazmat suits to clean up the damage. Today we went to a wedding of a friend of ours. The flower girl did great. Usually, we scrutinize an older flower girl on her performance. However, the younger they are, we just ask that they are cute and make it to the end. She made her way down the aisle, basking in her dress, dropping pedals she doesn't know she is or isn't grabbing from her basket, and aimlessly dropping them (or air) in bunches on the aisle. She then cutely but clumsily climbs the stairs to the maid of honor. She stumbles before reaching her but gets there, turns, and smiles. During the wedding, she can be seen eating some snacks in what looks like a jewel pack and waving at her proud but still nervous mother.

But for some reason, my mind wonders to, "Why do we even have a flower girl and a ring bearer?" I'm sure there are some royalty things going on and history behind it all but I couldn't help but think about Christ and His bride.

For most weddings, they begin with a music, singing the ancient story of anticipation of love and hope. You hear it and know you are here to witness an event full of joy. Then, a new theme begins, telling us of family coming down to huddle as close as they can to the stage, each family usually sitting on separate sides but on the same row, uniting as one to send out from themselves new life. The groom stands center stage. The groomsman and bridesmaids enter and make ready the way. They surround the scene, each with their physical presence testifying to two people and a history and stories of these two lives, each validating what will happen in the moments following.

But right before the grand entrance, it is two children, one with a pillow and another with a basket full of flower pedals, who walk down the aisle. These two children will usher in the moment that makes us want to stand up before the music begins to catch the first glimpse of a glowing bride. It is these two children who don't understand the gravity of the following moments that are the first notes to a symphony about to be written. These two children, full of innocence, naivety, peace, and joy, bring in the bride. It is these two children who are ushering in a new kingdom.

I cannot help but think that this is how God is ushering in His kingdom. Through His children. Not by sword or might. But by children of innocence who don't quite get the gravity of the moment that will culminate in the comprehensive outpouring of God's redemptive love to a world broken and hurting. Children given their innocence. Children announcing the arrival of a bride made clean by the blood of the perfect Lamb. Children Jesus said never to hinder, even though they can be clumsy and naive. Children called by a loving Father.

May we usher in His kingdom through His love. Maranatha, Lord Jesus.

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