We had one of our best Trinity Pond Farm events ever this past weekend. A wedding. Amazing, blessed gathering. Beautiful people, young and old, everywhere.
Sunday, as we were all in clean up and recovery mode, small clusters of out-of-town guests dawdled out on the farmhouse porch drinking in the perfect October morning with their coffee. Conversation infused with giggles and guffaws floated out on gentle puffs of air washed clean by a passing pre-dawn rain. As the sun climbed upward and the rigid schedule of real life broke through the lingering revere, making its demands, a few at a time reluctantly loaded up their cars and left.
Even though the magically charged atmosphere had quieted down, a faint ringing remained of the laughter and music of the night before. Everyone seemed to silently acknowledge this as definitely one for the memory books.
We will not soon forget this one.
Memory on memory. Family and friends come together to celebrate and perpetuate old traditions, like marriage, in order to create new fresh beginnings. Modernity can try its best to convince us that tradition is obsolete and that only new ways and definitions can take humans into a brave and better future.
Label me old-fashioned but I don’t think so.
What was so perfectly crafted in the long ago beginning, what is now so very old, is still as new and fresh a thing as a gentle mid-October Sunday morning.
And everything old is made new again.
(Genesis 2:24) Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.