Bruce Johnson was not easy to find. There was a point where I was going to give up on finding a good minister. A search of churches in a 20 mile radius didn't provide a good one, 40 miles didn't either. It was the 60 mile search that revealed Bruce's church and his email. We didn't check him out thoroughly, for after all of the emails and phone calls to other church leaders Aran and I had made, the immediate difference allowed us to stop the search - Bruce gently accepted us. After a few letters and one meeting the week of the service, we had no idea that he could have known us so well. But for those of you who were at the service, you know he spoke for us so well. There was no need to shut down during the service, only open up. And open up we all did. I watched everyone exit that chapel one-by-one with pixie dust dancing all about them. Eyes were glowing, old and new relationships were rekindled, and many of us were floating right over the mist.
|"Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking |
together in the same direction."
|- Antoine de Saint-Exupery|
Soon after our honeymoon Jessica wrote a beatiful poem entitled "A White Ceremony" and read it one evening to me at WordPhoria. It blew me away and made me love her even more, if thats possible. She's not only a fabulous word-smith, but she is my wife too - I am such a lucky husband! With Jessica's permission I have included the poem on this site for you to read and enjoy. Click here to view it.