OK, when we last met, the priest had just finished delivering a really lovely homily (that I’m glad to have recorded, because I didn’t remember that most of it had taken place). When he finished, he invited McGlovin and me, and the wedding party, up to the altar. He asked if I was ready, and you can see on the video that my eyes got really wide and I froze for a second—it’s good to know that I’m incredibly awkward, even on such a happy day in my life.
“My dear friends, you have come together in this cathedral so that the Lord may seal and strengthen your love in the presence of the Church’s minister, and this community of family and friends. Christ abundantly blesses this love. He has already consecrated you in baptism and now he enriches and strengthens you by this special sacrament, so that you may assume the duties of marriage in mutual and lasting fidelity. And so in the presence of the Church, I ask you to state your intentions.”
“McGlovin and Miss Gloves, have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?
“Will you love and honor each other as husband and wife for the rest of your lives?
“Will you accept children, lovingly, from God and bring them up according to Christ and his church?
“Since it is your intention to enter into marriage, join your hands and declare your consent before God and his church.”
(Now, I’d like to interject. To be married in the Catholic church, you must accept and use the traditional marriage vows. That’s fine with me—I love that so many of our loved ones have spoken the same words before us. Hell, my grandparents took those vows almost 60 years ago, and they’re still going strong! What I object to, though, is being fed them, small bits at a time, by the priest, and just blindly repeating without having any idea of what you’re even saying. To that end, I insisted that McGlovin and I memorize them and recite them to one another, without needing the priest to lead us through them. I’m so glad we did that! It really gave us the opportunity to reflect on what we were promising to one another. It also meant, though, that I had to pause several times in the middle to collect myself, because I turned into a hot sobbing mess.)
He went first:
“I, McGlovin, take you, Miss Gloves, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you, all the days of my life.”
And then…and then I had to pause to organize myself, long enough for the priest and McGlovin to laugh at me, and then start to whisper my lines to me because he thought I forgot them.
“You have declared your consent before the church. May the Lord in his goodness strengthen your love and fill you both with his blessings. What God has joined we must not divide, Amen.”
Immediately after we said our vows, the priest invited Colin to step up with the rings.
“May the Lord bless these rings with you give to each other as a sign of your love and fidelity, Amen.”
McGlovin was up first:
“Miss Gloves, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”
Then my turn:
“McGlovin, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”
“God has given us these promises in the words of sacred scripture, Erin and Evan have given their promises to each other in their marriage. This time of promise is also a time of prayer—to each prayer petition, respond ‘Lord, hear our prayer.’”
Now, our intercessory prayers were pretty standard—one of my best friends, Kerry, read them, the priest chose them, and I didn’t particularly object to anything. There were a few interesting ones—when we prayed for the sick, lonely, and depressed, you can see McGlovin looking at me like he had no idea what was going on, and I just raised my eyebrows and shrugged. (Normal behavior, but on the altar in front of everyone??? Good heavens, Miss Gloves…get it together.) When we prayed for our deceased grandparents, my eyes leaked so many tears and Mr. G had to lean in a wipe them away, and when Kerry read the prayer of McGlovin’s and my eternal happiness, she looked directly into my eyes as she was reading it, and I laughed and cried at the same time…it was touching.
OK, Catholic ceremonies are long, I know…and my posts about them are just as long! There will be one more ceremony post, so stay tuned!
Also, I’ve just shared with you two of my most (unexpectedly) memorable ceremony moments—when McGlovin started reciting my part of the vows, because he thought I forgot them, and when Ker made me cry by praying directly at me. So, what was your most unexpectedly memorable moment in your wedding—good or bad?