I went to a wedding where the bride's family was Jewish and I witnessed the celebrants give the gift of JOY to the couple and their families (of which I was a part). I never conceived of the concept that people could give their unbridled joy as a gift to sanctify an event. They put aside their lives for a time to live for the honoring of…
I went to a wedding where the bride's family was Jewish and I witnessed the celebrants give the gift of JOY to the couple and their families (of which I was a part). I never conceived of the concept that people could give their unbridled joy as a gift to sanctify an event. They put aside their lives for a time to live for the honoring of their kin. I honor that. I also revere the tradition of "blessing" children formally. The proverb from somewhere "sorrow shared is half sorrow and joy shared is double joy" wraps itself around the truth in the traditions that bear out the wisdom of these communal acts.
I went to a wedding where the bride's family was Jewish and I witnessed the celebrants give the gift of JOY to the couple and their families (of which I was a part). I never conceived of the concept that people could give their unbridled joy as a gift to sanctify an event. They put aside their lives for a time to live for the honoring of their kin. I honor that. I also revere the tradition of "blessing" children formally. The proverb from somewhere "sorrow shared is half sorrow and joy shared is double joy" wraps itself around the truth in the traditions that bear out the wisdom of these communal acts.