I did the wedding of a good friend of mine this past weekend.

I call him a “kid” because he is a young twenty-something, but I also call him “special” because he has showed me his heart and allowed me the honor of pouring into him over the last six years as one of his mentors.

He asked me to do his wedding and it was a joy.

What enthralled me was where it was done. He and his bride chose a small Episcopal chapel that was built in 1856. I had the opportunity to explore it before the wedding and was intrigued by all the history that was there. Placards that described people and what they’d done were everywhere. Old record books, notes in the large rectory Bible, engravings on various pieces of furniture… it was a trip back to 150 years ago.

Typically, weddings are steeped in traditional and formality. This one also had it, but I was pleased that the bride and groom trusted me enough to bring a touch of life and frivolity to the altar that hopefully made their memorial day even more so.

I am actually quite jealous… they are now on a boat cruising around the Caribbean for the next 14 days.