A beautiful couple at our church got married today, and I sneaked into the wedding with a friend of mine. It was amazing. Many of the guests had African roots -- or really were from Africa -- and were adorned in breathtaking apparel: fantastic headdresses, intricate gowns bedecked with unique embroidery, lace and sparkles, men with flowing shirts that were almost cape-like. The couple had chosen wonderful congregational worship songs, and multiple scripture readings making the entire service a delightful reflection of Christ's union with the church.
I feel as though weddings like these are so very romantic. I love them. I've been in a romantic mood all day.
So for your reading enjoyment, I have chosen a favorite romantic excerpt from a book I am currently reading. This passage in The Witch of Blackbird Pond takes place where the young Puritan Theology student confesses to Kit (the heroine) his secret love for her cousin Mercy, who is crippled. John's sensitive declaration is just heart-wrenching.
"Slowly she began to realize what he had said. 'John! Why should you want to talk to Mercy?'
"His eyes twinkled. 'Why do you think I come so often?'
"'But I thought -- we all thought -- I mean --'
"It has always been Mercy, from the very beginning. Didn't you guess that?'
"'I'm glad you approve,' he said 'Do you think I have a chance, Kit?'
"'A chance! Just you try! Oh John, I'm so happy I could dance a jig!'
"'I can't try yet,' he reminded her soberly. 'I have nothing to offer her, nothing at all.'
"'You'll have a church of your own some day. Only -- could Mercy -- do you think she could manage a minister's household? There are so many things Mercy can't do, John.'
"'Then I will do them for her,' he said quietly. 'I don't want a wife to wait on me. For Mercy just to be what she is -- I could never do enough to make up for it.'"