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I am not typically what you would call a "traditional" person. However,
in studying the wedding traditions that have been handed down from
generation to generation, trying to decide which (if any) we wanted to
incorporate into our wedding ceremony, a few of them became special to me.
They are no longer "just traditions." I want to share them with you, and
if possible, renew the significance of some of the old traditions that
have lost some of their true meaning and beauty.


I have always loved white;
it is the epitome of beauty, innocence,
and purity, so naturally, I couldn’t wait to wear a white dress on my
wedding
day. But more than just symbolizing my virginity that I’ve guarded and
saved
for my husband, a white dress also presents to my groom a purity that he
is
responsible for as my husband. A purity of heart and life that he is to
guard
until the day he presents me to Jesus Christ, just as Christ assumes
responsibility for sinners who come to Him, sanctifying, purifying, and
cleansing us in order to
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Sadly enough, I am not a
hat-lover, and my first inclination was to forego
the veil. After all, wasn’t it just a cumbersome thing, designed to get in
the way
and cover up my hair and dress? Yes. But, that is precisely the point; the veil is
a covering, reminding us that our physical relationship must be saved until our
marriage vows are completed.
Only after we have spoken our vows is the
veil
removed. Then we enter into a marriage relationship with all its full
privileges
and intimacies. In the same way, when we receive Christ as our Savior, He
removes the veil of sin that separates us from the Father, allowing us to
enter
into a fully intimate and eternal relationship with Him.
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I always assumed the groom
entered first so he could have the best
view of his bride as her dad walked her down the aisle. While this does
hold
true, there is an even greater significance to this order of entry in the
wedding ceremony. By entering the auditorium first, Robert publicly
demonstrates that he is the initiator of our marriage covenant and
therefore assumes greater responsibility and accountability for fulfilling
that covenant. As the initiator, he has committed himself to being the
leader,
protector, and spiritual head of his bride. As his bride, I am accepting
his
leadership, protection, and spiritual oversight in my life.
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There is a beautiful song
my dad used to sing to me: “It only
takes a spark to get a fire going…that’s how it is with God’s love
once you’ve experienced it. You spread His love to everyone…”
As followers of Jesus Christ, we are to be lights to the world,
passing on His love to everyone around us. Many years ago, our
parents joined together to spread that love, and now Robert and
I are continuing that legacy by lighting our own candle and becoming
one flame, which we in turn will also pass on, until one day, a fire has
been kindled.
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We have waited our entire
lives for this special moment.
It seems like such a small thing, yet it is the final act that seals
our commitment to each other as well as being the first act that
removes the physical boundaries in our relationship. This kiss is
more than just a kiss. It is a treasure we have both saved to give
only to the one we marry. Now that day is here! The kiss you witness
will be the first that either of us has either given or received. This
special kiss represents both the fidelity and faithfulness we have
committed to each other as husband and wife, a faithfulness and
accountability to each other that began at birth, not at the marriage
altar. This is also seen in the love and commitment that the Lord Jesus
Christ has for us: “But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in
that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” The Lord loves us
to the degree that He made this sacrifice for us prior to our repentance
and acceptance of His grace. While Robert and I can only offer each
other a kiss, Jesus offers all of us complete forgiveness for our sins
and the endless joy of spending eternity with Him.
There is no greater love than this.
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My aunt loved pansies. She
planted them in her flowerbeds, incorporated them into quilts, and when she went to be with our Father in heaven, we planted
pansies on her grave. While she is not with us today, surely she
is looking down from above, smiling at the festivities. In memory of her, I chose to walk
down an aisle strewn with pansies just like the ones she loved
so much.
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