Maggie and I were originally married in a Jewish ceremony. We were going to do a combination-type thing, but the Rabbi we were going use wouldn’t officiate at a two-religion deal. Besides, my family would’ve freaked. They pre-freaked, so the full-on freakness was assuredly to follow. However, we did add some Christian elements ot the Jewish ceremony: intercessionals, for example.
Fast forward 7 years. Maggie, having found her way back to the Catholic Church, asks me to go with her to mass (For company. Truly nothing else.). And in the midsts of my mentally-ill father’s crazy-ass Borderline Personality Disorder-driven onslaught, I get hit with the Jesus stick. In April 2003, I convert to Catholicism. Sometime over the next few months, one of the priests mentions that we might want to have our marriage blessed by the Church.
[Sidebar: Yes, that’s right. I got hit with the Jesus stick, and now I’m a full-on Holy Spirit fanatic. Admittedly, I have real issues with how ostensibly Christian folks misuse the Gospels (and the rest of the Canon) to bolster stupid and dangerous political and social agendas… but bring it on, people. I guarantee you that I’ll have you talking circular arguments within 3 rounds of discussion. I'm that good. And that confident.]
Fast forward another 2.5 years. Present day. Our 10th Anniversary is this Saturday. On Sunday, we’re having 46 people to our renewal of vows. It’s sort of a “first” wedding, too… since we were never married in the Catholic Church. After all the things we’ve been through, and the amount of shit I’ve put Maggie through… the fact that she’s doing this AGAIN is huge.
And I’m taking it seriously. It’s a big deal to me. In some ways, it’s a bigger deal than the first time.
Love to all. Even you, the serially single.