I witnessed a wedding yesterday that was very refreshing. The groom 26, the bride 21; even the pastor stated that he’d never seen fiances so excited. He entered, followed by his groomsmen to “Hey Baby, by Buckwheat Zydeco.
Waving and singing, he made as grande an entrance statement as any bride at a wedding would. This bringing laughter instead of tears. As he awaited the ladies, one in particular, he took it all in. Every family and friend attending. Every candle lit and expectant face. The groom watched. His dream. His wife-to-be was about to come down th aisle. Love. A choice.
This week I also watched, again, the movie “I Love Sam” in which Sean Penn plays a man who has a one night stand with a homeless woman only to be left to raise the daughter on his own. Having the brain of a 7 year old, eventually child-services tried to take the child away from him. Saying he’s unfit to be a father and raise Lucy. He hires, probono, the best lawyer in town, played by Michelle Pfeifer. When Lucy is taken away from Sam after chaos erupts at her birthday, she is eventually sent to a foster family in which the mother really begins to desire adopting Lucy as her own. One night Lucy wants to escape to Sam’s house, again, and the mother decides to take her to Sam’s herself. Crying, she knocks on the door and a sleepy and stunned father answers the door. She explains to Sam that in court the next day she was going to tell the judge that “I could give her the love you couldn’t”, but now, she can’t. She’s seen the enduring and adoring love that Sam is able to give his daughter. He never gives up. He is fiercly honest. He says “I can’t do it alone. You’re the red in Lucy’s painting. Yeah, you’re the red in her painting.” The mother says she won’t tell the judge his confession, but will be there to help. Love for a young girl conquers court, past circumstances and present cases. I’d venture to say we all have someone who puts the red in our painting.
My Pastor today talked of friendship in this morning’s sermon. How a friend is honest. Speaks the truth. Loves at all times. Doesn’t judge. Is always there. I was challenged. Love in me needs to grow to widen its arms’ embrace. Screw the striving of making “love” fit into my own terms and see that it is a choice, it hurts sometimes, it fights, and it will, when all else fails, conquer all. My love needs to add the color to someone’s painting that it is so desperately missing. My love, their red. My love has everything to do with their outcome.