After the Wedding

They were of different religions. The ceremony was not to be overtly religious - no trace of Hindu or Muslim religion - but inclusive of some cultural traditions.
And it also had to bring together the 500 people gathered that day: family from England, India and across the United States; generations assimilated but clearly tethered to tradition and family; and friends who created “family” when parents and relations are separated by ocean and continent. What to do?
What I preached in the ceremony was the universal message and meaning of marriage - love, commitment, understanding, common purpose, respectful of differences, et cetera. The words reflected sentiments expressed in both sides’ wedding traditions without quoting either of them.
Later, after dancing and drinks and good food, we were all feeling uplifted by the day. It was a beautiful event, and the handsome couple carried themselves with grace throughout. Their joy and affection for each other showed through all the words, glittering finery and rituals.
Many people stopped to tell me that they enjoyed or were moved by the wedding ceremony. This is not unusual for Unitarian Universalist clergy, in my experience. And I am not immune to compliments and frankly was glad to know I had hit the mark… and most relieved to not have offended anyone!
But to hear “Your words were just right,” spoken with smiles, relief and appreciation, and then have it followed with something like “If we could only all live by them outside in the world.” brought a sigh and a bit of sadness. Yes, if only.
This got me to thinking that maybe, just maybe, if we keep doing things like this enough - if we get comfortable living in the borders that the world creates; if we lose the fear of difference often enough to risk loving and accepting one another - drop by drop, bit by bit, the balance may tip in favor of beloved community. Just maybe…