As the preacher read the Baptist wedding vows I realized I had never actually been to a Baptist wedding. I sat three rows back, right behind the family in the heat of the Northeastern Summer sun and watched the beauty of a sacred act: two people covenanting themselves to one another and to God in front of the witness of friends and family.
Then the cheer. The kiss. The joy.
The sacredness of it all is breathtaking, I think.
They stood on the vast green lawn of a school, nothing consecrated about it except the very act of God meeting us here. There is nothing hallowed about the space at all. No sweeping architecture, no stained glass, no long trip down an aisle.
Just Massachusetts sun, oak trees and close souls gathered around.
But it is sacred. This place is sacred with the covenant and the invitation of the Spirit.
This whole earth, I am reminded, is filled with the sacredness of God…