So several weeks ago I officiated my first Same Sex Wedding.
You know, the type of wedding where the gender of one-half the couple is identical to the other half?
The one that, up until fairly recently, was strictly prohibited?
Yeah… THAT one.
The one that ends in what many call, “Gay Marriage.”
Or, as what the rest of us call it, “Marriage.”
Going in to it I wondered how I’d feel.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I knew how I’d “think” about it. That issue has long been settled for me. With regards to the inherent sinfulness of homosexuality, well, the Christian Scriptures simply don’t land there.
Furthermore, the right for people to get married to who they love should be afforded all people, regardless of their sexual orientation. So politically speaking, it was a no brainer.
And since I believe God is just as honored in the loving, committed, mutually respecting relationship between two people of the opposite sex as God is in two people of the same sex, I had no spiritual misgivings either.
And yet, I still wondered how it would all feel.
How I would feel.
I’ve done countless Opposite-Sex Weddings. And I’ve loved every single one of them. I am that pastor, who really does love marrying people. I feel incredibly honored to play that role in couples’ lives, to bless them, to speak over them and in to their marriage.
But I wondered anyways, how my gut would feel (which is what the ancient Hebrew people meant when they said “heart”). Even though my mind and soul were locked and loaded and ready to roll, I had some anxiety nonetheless.
This was a big deal.
It was a big deal for the couple, who had just weeks before finally been granted “permission” by the government to exchange vows.
It was a big deal for me because, well, like I’ve said, it was my first.
So anyways, enough introductory pontificating. Let me get to it.
Here is what it felt like to officiate my first Same Sex Marriage:
EXACTLY LIKE EVERY OTHER ONE.
Of course it was special and unique, and different in that sense, as all weddings are.
But with regards to how it felt to perform the ceremony, to walk through the giving of rings and exchanging of vows, to speak words of love and wisdom in to the couples lives, and to pronounce them “wedded partners for life,” yeah… it felt totally sane.
It felt good.
As they all do.
As they all should.
Their love for each other was obvious. Their enthusiasm for getting married was contagious. Their excitement to enter this sacred covenant together was oozing out of every giggle as we wandered around Balboa Park looking for the perfect spot.
As they both called their families and put them on multiple iphone speaker phones, held carefully by the best man so that they could hopefully catch the ceremony, you could sense the anticipation for finally getting to say what Andrew Peterson calls “the two most famous last words / the beginning of the end,” the magical answer that confirms a commitment to life-long love, “I Do!”
It was beautiful. Wonderful. Full of love and faith.
And, worth saying once again, it felt totally normal.
So once again let me offer my super duper congratulations to Guenette and Erika on their new life together.
May your days be filled with laughter and love, and may you never stop seeking to be the best YOU and help your wife be the best HER. May God bless you and keep you, may God’s face shine upon you. May Christ be the orienting way in your lives as you live and move have your being in him.
You are blessed.
And I was blessed to be a part of your special day.