I thought I’d share a couple of the readings we had at our Wedding today, as they still hold meaning for me, and it seems fitting for the “text your heart” theme.
The first was our Gospel reading. We had a Catholic ceremony as I was brought up as such, but our Priest was fantastic, really bringing the ceremony to life with interest for our congregation.
We chose “You are the light of the world” from the holy Gospel according to Matthew 5:13-16. This is it:
Jesus said to his disciples:
“You are the salt of the earth.
But if salt loses its taste, with what can it be seasoned?
It is no longer good for anything
but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.
You are the light of the world.
A city set on a mountain cannot be hidden.
Nor do they light a lamp and then put it under a bushel basket;
it is set on a lamp stand,
here it gives light to all in the house.
Just so, your light must shine before others,
that they may see your good deeds
and glorify your heavenly Father.”
The Gospel of the Lord.
Now although it doesn’t make reference to marriage, it does state that belief in the church is like a light that illuminates a world gone dark from sin. What could also be taken from it are the marks of a strong marriage are when others are positively affected and benefit from a couple’s union. This is why we chose it. Father Stephen also have us a bottle of table salt at the alter to remind us that we bring joy to all those around us as a married couple. We still have this 🙂
One of the other readings was from ‘Captain Corelli’s Mandolin’ by Louis de Bernieres. Well known I’m sure, this is it:
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your root was so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
These words resonate with me so powerfully I am emotional every time I read this. I really, truly have married my soul mate and best friend, and I can’t imagine life without him.
Are there pieces of prose that resonate with you?
Erin, Love from Cornfield… X