Jack and Julie got married in her uncle's backyard.
They got married. They didn't only throw a wedding, have a big party, and celebrate till the wee hours. Sure, they did those things, but they didn't do only those things. They began a marriage. They stood before their friends and family and invited Jesus into a lifelong covenant of selfless love and courage and commitment. They held each other's hands and looked into each other's eyes as everyone bore witness to the miracle of self-sacrificial love.
It may sound over-the-top, but that's really what happened. And that's what I'll always remember about Jack and Julie's wedding day. A miracle took place, a fight was taken up against all that is cynical and individualistic in this world, and a marriage began. We were there, all of us, to witness love and celebrate it. And we did, and it was magical. Their love was magical, because it was a love built on Jesus and His love for each of them.
I haven't spent a lot of time on this, my little corner of the web, mainly because I had a heart attack (literally) and life has been crazy, both before and after. But even when I have been here, I haven't been as straight forward as I'm going to be now. I don't think it was on purpose, but maybe there was a filter there before. A thin one, just a hint of one, but one nonetheless. And I've decided I don't want that filter to be there anymore. Life is too short for the filter. So instead, the truth is this: I delighted in Jack and Julie's wedding because I saw Jesus in them.
I saw Him in them and in their love. It was an experience that will go down in the books for me.
I still have to post their engagment shoot, so I'll go on and on about them later. For now, I'm just gonna get my ass in gear and get this sacred day up on the blog already. Press play for some sweet sounds and enjoy!
PS – The loveliest of lovelies, Miss Lehua Faulkner, shot this wedding with me so some of her images are scattered throughout. They're perrrty.