Saturday, April 17, 2010

The perfect wedding...

The prospective groom said,"Can we do it tonight?" The bride, six months pregnant, in her white Venture Mart shift, looked dark-eyed and radiant. The matron of honor, eight months pregnant, in a Carnaby Street mini-dress, stood nearby. The groom appeared pale but steady.

The minister was wearing bell-bottomed corduroys and a wool sweater, over which he had draped a white stole. He kept his eyes in his book. To an outsider peering through a window into my office, the scene might have been borrowed from a French farce or a Monty Python skit.

Richard Lischer, Open Secrets: A Spiritual Journey Through a Country Church

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