Not many people attend church on New Year’s Day. In addition to our family and Zack’s partners and their families, there were fewer than thirty congregants. The worshippers were evenly split between smartly dressed ladies from the seniors’ home next door and street people who wanted a place of warmth on a cold day. Mieka and Zack’s partner, Blake Falconer, were our witnesses. I carried a spray of white orchids and Zack had a boutonniere of marigolds.
Not surprisingly, the sermon was about beginnings, and James was pensive as he discussed the fact that Zack and I had chosen this first day of the New Year to begin our marriage. He quoted a Kierkegaard scholar who wrote that human existence requires real passion as well as thought, and James said that he was certain two people as passionate and thoughtful as we were could make a fine life together. He ended his sermon by saying that in a world in which the one certain thing is that we live in absolute uncertainty, celebrating the beginning of a new marriage on the first day of a new year demanded a leap of faith. Then he looked directly at Zack and me. “Leaping into uncertainty is terrifying,” he said, “but I saw your faces when you joined hands to take your vows. You two will land on solid ground. Just remember not to let go of each other.”
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