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for some friends of mine. I'll share a little piece of it wit' ya. I have the luckiest and happiest job in the world, for indeed, I am in the business of miracles. Some say that true love is commonplace, but I’ll slightly differ with that and I’ll tell you why. Have you ever lain in soft grass on a warm summer’s night, when there’s one of those wonderfully clear skies? Did you look up and see the entire Milky Way, and did the sheer number of stars above you – just for a moment – take your breath away? It was something so natural and so beautiful, and in a moment of warmth and complete safety, your soul was completely open – and you gave yourself over to a childlike wonder and complete awe. The mighty vastness of the heavens, with its untold billions of stars became something very personal that you could hold in your heart forever.
True love is quite like that. When one person loves another, the vastness of that emotion is so great that it knows no boundaries – and yet, it fits very comfortably inside the heart and soul. When a person is truly loved, the awe that follows, knowing that you are so very wanted, so very loved, rises to meet and equal the vastness of the love that is poured out. And to think: in all that vastness of the universe, of all the billions of stars, some with their attendant planets, we were given this one that is perfect just for us. What in creation would have been the odds?
If that weren’t miraculous enough, consider this: There is a vast sea of humanity this one special planet. There exists now over six and a half billion human beings, yet only one of each of us. It would seem nearly unthinkable that we could find just exactly the right partner, just exactly the right one to love in this great array of diversity. In the same wonderful and mysterious way that out of all the billions and billions of stars, we were given one that was exactly perfect to be our home, out of billions and billions of people on this beautiful home of ours, we can find the one, single person who has the matching half of the soul we were born with. The fact that we do, is indeed a miracle. And when that one, very special, very particular person who actually finds us equally attractive and lovable – and exploding all odds to bits – that one falls in love with us in return, does anyone have a better description for that than “miracle”?
Call it what you will, but I believe that there exists many manifestations of Something Greater. The orders of magnitude are far beyond what mere games of chance or serendipity alone could offer. Just for the moment, we might be willing to accept that it could be none other than the gentle and loving hand of a gentle and loving Creator who loves and trusts us just as completely as we grow to love and trust one another. For certain, attraction is one thing, and a mighty fun and handy thing it is! But soon the fires of passion will burn away, and love and trust are what hopefully will remain after being “in love” has passed or grown into something else. As it was said in Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, “Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any fool can do. “ When two souls hear one another’s song in this great frothing sea of souls and somehow magically find one another, then grow to trust and love each other, fully, completely, without reservation – what else could one possibly call it but a miracle, given the seeming impossible odds?
Yet, dear family and friends, here we are today, gathered in celebration of such an everyday miracle. Two such souls have found their perfect mate – each has heard and answered the age-old promise: “I am here. My heart is and will always be with yours. With a love such as ours, there is nothing we can’t conquer and nothing we need fear. “. That which was once half and incomplete has now found itself whole and complete together.
Such a love has brought the two of you together here today. Just a little something to enjoy. The mention of "starry heavens" always does something to me. The sight of it always leaves me numinous.
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