I love weddings. Many pastors share horror stories of bridezillas gone nuclear. I choose to focus on those occasions upon which God was smiling. This past weekend was one such instance. 

     I was granted the privilege of officiating the wedding of my youngest son’s best friend. The nuptial was held on a fall day beside the waters of the Hocking River. The temperature was seventy degrees. The sun was shining. The trees were filled with dazzling colors. No sanctuary has been decorated so magnificently.

“Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things,

but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion,