This is an editorial. For a while, I was everybody's groomsman. I had attended and been in countless weddings. I have sung, lit candles, pulled runners, helped serve dinner, played the trumpet, and even designed a headpiece for two brides (my artistic trait). Even in all of that, I am wondering how I will be feeling in a week and a wake up. Will it be hard for me to swallow when I see Josie, the woman I prayed for even though we had not officially met, come down the aisle? Will my palms sweat endlessly until I hear "you may now kiss your bride"? Don't lock your legs! Will I try to stand there fighting back the tears of joy as my love approaches? So those are my concerns. There, I have said it.
But what about the marriage? The fact that someone will be looking to me for encouragement and leadership for the family. The fact that my next of kin will be my wife and for so many years, it was my mother. The fact that space is an issue...physical and mental. The reality that ministry can clog pores just as easily as lotion can...but you have to remember to breathe and that the family is not forgotten because of ministry. They ebb and flow I believe always remembering God is with us. The fact that the thought processes of two individuals that have come together still has individual approaches to the same problem.
It is a matter of location. And right now, I am an African American male that has been talked about, lied on, cheated on, forgotten, wasn't good enough to date, but be a friend, the dreaded friend zone. My address has changed for I don't live on those streets anymore. I travel with God now, so those other addresses are now marked "address unknown".
I am a week and a wake up away from my seeing my friend, my love, my soul, and my fiance' at the altar. Two pm it is.
