What a day! Confirmation in the morning, bible study in the afternoon, Matt & Krissy's wedding in the evening. Wow!

Confirmation Sunday, for those of you not familiar with the lutheran "process", is the day when the youngsters (usually 8th graders) who have gone through two years of confirmation class public announce that they believe that Jesus is Lord and that they want to follow Him. It's not to be mistaken as a necessary step for "conversion". One of the things we do at my church is each confirmand (person being confirmed) stands up and gives a very short speech. There were three different topics, but essentially why they wanted to be confirmed or what it means to them, that sort of things. Most of the these, not to put the kids down, are pretty basic and head-knowledge type of things. But almost always there's one of them that stands out from the rest, one that's got some feeling or some real thought behind it. This year was no exception. I don't think there wasn't a person in that room who wasn't touched by this young man's speech. You see, his mom was ill and he thanked God that she was well enough to be able to talk with her family. And he said that when she passed away, it was the best day and the worst day. He started to cry and couldn't finish reading. Pastor came up to help him, and he wasn't doing much better. It was the best day because he knew his mom was with God in heaven and one day he'd get to see her again. What faith!

Fast forwarding to the wedding, otherwise this post would get too long. The wedding was awesome. It's a blessing to see two people who really were meant to be together being wed. Everything about the wedding was very nice, but of course one of the best things is seeing friends who you don't get to see nearly as often as one would like to. There's two things thou that I really took away from this wedding. The first was during Mike's message. I'll reword it, because I don't recall his exact words, "We shouldn't expect pefection from each other, that is only God's to give." That is so true of everyone we relate to. The other thing relates back to the confirmation story. For some reason to me when I think of someone who lost a parent when they were young, what is most saddening to me is thinking of their wedding day... and that's particularly eximplified in the father/daughter and mother/son dance. The dance's are already touching moments, but when I see them and think about these young people, even moreso.