It’s a done deal. Or not.
Yesterday morning, during our regular worship service, Karl - a/k/a Dupp or The Duppster - and I exchanged marriage vows, so now I’m Mrs. Karl J. Duppstadt. (I think I spelled that last name correctly!)
So, it’s true. That part is a done deal. We tied the knot!
We made the commitments and said the vows; the rite of marriage or the sacrament of marriage took place Sunday. We didn’t have what is typically referred to as “a wedding.”
We decided to focus more on the marriage than on a wedding.
It’s the marriage – the rest of our lives – that isn’t a “done deal.”
And it’s the marriage that is the hard work.
The marriage, unlike the wedding, has no finite, predetermined ending time. A wedding is all happiness, excitement and joy; a marriage also contains happiness, excitement and joy, but it includes times of sorrow, difficulty and adversity as well.
Brides and grooms have long lists of friends and family to invite to a wedding. Rarely are others invited to a marriage. I used the word “rarely” because on Sunday, Pastor Troisi asked members of our congregation to commit, by God’s grace, to uphold and care for us in our life together. Thankfully, there was a resounding “We will” from the congregation.
We did invite God to our exchange of vows and we do invite God into our marriage, and we plan to keep Him as a part of our marriage.
Yes, we became husband and wife on Sunday. That part is a done deal.
The marriage work, though, is never a done deal.