Dane Skelton

    Dane Skelton is the Pastor of Faith Community Church and the author of Jungle Flight: Spiritual Adventures at the Ends of the Earth, a book of true stories from the ministry of JAARS (formerly Jungle Aviation and Radio Service). His second book, Papua Pilot: Flying the Bible to the Last Lost Peoples, co-authored with the late Paul Westlund, is now available on Amazon.com and Christianbook.com.
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    • Jul9Wed


      July 9, 2014
      Filed Under:
      Reflections, Theology
      It happened again this week, in conversation with a cherished friend. We reflected on the power of a simple wedding service to move the heart, to heal, to anchor the spirit to the deeper reality of which we all are part but see only “as through a glass, darkly.” Our thoughts mingled with memories of the weddings I performed earlier this month and weddings past; of tears springing from timeless wells, of longing and of joy, of fulfillment and of hope. Why do weddings move us so?

      Why, especially, in this moment of cultural upheaval, when ancient ways are being scavenged for ornaments to decorate our ceremonies, while the ancient truths that birthed them are dragged like worn-out ships to the wrecking yards?

      I tried to capture it in a poem composed for one of the ceremonies. Understand please that I am not a freckle on the nose of a real poet. But those feelings we experience in a Christian wedding have a basis in spiritual reality, a foundation in the unseen world that calls to us like nothing else. I hope you can hear that call in these few stanzas of sad verse.

      It is the oldest story in the oldest book
      How God came down and from the ground
      A man and woman took
      And made them one
      In flesh and soul
      First parents of all men
      T’was in the garden, free and sweet
      It all began back then.

      All down the ages
      All through the book
      The wedding song was sung
      But no one knew the deeper truth
      Until we met the Son
      And saw the sacrifice he made
      And heard his joyful cry
      “It is finished!” Price is paid
      On the Cross he died.

      Death could not hold
      Grave could not keep
      The Groom of which we sing
      He rose again and left this place
      To come back with a ring
      To claim his bride
      And take her home
      His Kingdom hers to share
      Oh glorious feast, oh glorious day
      When we meet him there.

      So there’s no such thing
      As “just a wedding”
      Nor “just a bride and groom”
      But memories deep as Eden
      And echoes from the empty tomb
      Laughter from the halls of heaven
      Dancing to the drum
      Invitation from the King
      Whoever will, may come!

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