The wedding last weekend was abundant with joy. The well of exuberance did not diminish even as more people arrived at the cathedral, and the reception venue. The wedding coordinator printed enough programs, and counted out vials of bubbles to blow on the couple. The caterers were mindful of having plenty of salad, and cold drinks. 

 

But the supply of good will was inexhaustible. 

 

Mathematics does not begin to explain it. At least, in the algebra classes I took. The scenarios that reflect unfettered generosity include sunshine on a beach full of bodies, and a symphony in a theater full of ears. Paintings finished two hundred years ago have not drained their capacity to inspire onlookers, no matter how many turn their gaze. 

 

The minister spoke to the bride and groom about the difference between patience and waiting. Waiting carries with it a whiff of inconvenience. It implies that someone or something forgot the timeline. But patience, he posits, is something we participate in. Planning and doing are how we show up, with patience being the sweet spot. Without planning, our efforts can be ineffectual. If doing is neglected, we are stuck in our heads. 

 

Marriage is the grand adventure in blending those together. 

 

 

 

"Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him." Psalm 37