|Sophia, me and Julie|
|With the Parents|
|With our lovely Grandparents|
Link: Orthodox Marriage
|Interior shot of the Harare Greek Orthadox church - pinched off the Cephalanian and Ithaka facebook page|
The Wedding reception was in my parents garden- my mother spend a frantic few months arranging petty much everything. My mother was confident that at the end of April we would be absolutely rain free - so we did not bother with Marquees. It rained the day before the wedding. All over the chairs and tables. A great deal of teeth gnashing ensued. I have noticed from that day on that around our wedding anniversary it rains every sodding year in Harare. On the day (whew) the sun came out. I sat in the garden waiting to go to the Church soaking in the early morning crispness wondering what Bryan was doing.
I loved that our reception was at home in the Garden. I loved that my Greek relatives all brought lovely Greek food. I was thrilled that that we had a haggis, which, to be honest I did not try. From Cecily's flowers to Amos Caspi acting as our Chauffeur in his Rolls Royce it all I meant the world to me that almost everything that was arranged was done by a friend or a family member. My memories of our wedding are tied up in the togetherness of it all. I sat with family for hours hand drawings the covers of our invitations. We sliced our cake with a ceremonial sword that belonged to a dear family friend - Costa Hiatas.
There were speeches made, and toasts drunk. It was a day, naturally, of special memories created.
|Done and Dusted|
|Pop open the bubbly- Then|
|And now toasting 25 years|
I have linked this here :Jerome's Jottings - Love
Or you can read it below:
Love is ….?
So now I am giving you a new commandment: Love each other. Just as I have loved you, you should love each other. Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples.” (John 13: 34 – 35)
I have been hearing this word ‘love’ bandied about with ill regard and thought over the past few weeks. Here is one serious definition as to what love is that has recently been offered to me:
“Love is being stunned by the identity of the other, by the strength of feeling, by the realisation that this is not something one has chosen to do or feel. Sheer givenness and sheer providence.”
Sheer coprolite, more likely.
At best this description is infatuation; at worst, it is pure licence. Whatever it is, it is not love
Here is what love is, and, pleasingly, it comes from the book of love:
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. (1 Corinthians 13: 4 – 7)
For me, this kind of love can be epitomized little better than in the story that Jesus told of the Prodigal, or lost, son (Luke 15: 11 – 32). It is such a well known story, and it is a story of the true meaning of love. In this story, the younger son is loveless: he is arrogant, impatient (“I want it now. Now is the opportune time!”), selfish, overfed, unconcerned, grasping and independent.
So, too, is the older brother in the story. He is a loveless man: arrogant, boastful, proud, selfish, greedy, jealous and angry.
In the face of this onslaught of lovelessness, the amazing thing is that father chooses to be loving: deliberately, decisively, determinedly chooses to be loving. This is not an emotional matter, it is not an instinct and there is no ‘being stunned’ by anything. It is his choice. He meets all the criteria that Paul wrote to the Corinthian Church about when he reminded them of what love is. The father in the story is patient with both sons; he is kind, generous and giving to them equally; he is selfless and self giving; he keeps no record of wrongs and abandons his claim to rights. He never gives up and he perseveres with them equally: with the one, he waits; with the other, he goes to him. He works hard to keep them in relationship and this is what love is. I am convinced that this is the kind of love Jesus was talking about when He said, “As I have loved you …”
The miracle and beauty of the story is not the father and son’s reunion, but is the fact that the prodigal discovers love. As Jesus said, “He came to his senses”. He sheds his pride and arrogance, humbles himself, abandons his claim to rights and entitlements, and is ready to serve and be in relationship again.
That encounter that takes place on the road, then, is not love. It is the result of love. Yes, that encounter is one of deep emotion and outpouring of sentiment, and that is good stuff, but it is the culmination of love that has already been at work. The hard graft, the deliberate choices and decisions that the father has made, represents true love that makes the encounter possible, and the emotions which follow it.
With the older son, however, there is great doubt whether he will ever change his loveless ways.
So let’s hear it for the forgiving father and the returned son.
But not so quick.
Jesus told His followers that this was the way that He loved them, then He said, “In the same way, you must love one another”. Patience, forgiveness, generosity, selflessness, humility, kindness and perseverance. This is what love is.