I Do

Let me start off this post with saying that I personally am not married.
Nor is it likely that I will be in the near future...at least as far as I know.

With that being said you are probably asking yourselves...sooo why are you writing about it then?

Be patient.
Like all my entries I have a point.

I've found that I come from a society where marriage (at least media-wise) is not as highly favored as it once was.

In some instances it would seem that some people would deem marriage a let down. I suppose if one has his or her mind set in that way then it probably will be. Then again, these thoughts can arise from different, more serious, situations as well...

(Of course there is the polar opposite of things...I went to a college where engagement was as common as turning in a homework assignment. Some girls even went there just so they could find a husband. But I digress)

What about the good that can come out of marriage? I have a lot of respect for those couples who are married (not that I don't have any for those who aren't, it's just a different kind). Two people who share a promise to stay committed to each other for the rest of their lives, even when times turn sour. Two people who think of not only themselves but each other. Two people who cheer on and take care of each other. Two people who can fight, bicker, and have completely different opinions but still love each other despite it all.

I don't know about you, but I think that sounds pretty fabulous.

Church Mouse

As I trecked back from my (somewhat, but not really) weekly ritual of Sunday night grading, I made a pit stop at the church sanctuary.

In all honesty I'm not sure why, I mean I've spent quite a bit of quality time with said building. With chapel on Friday and church on Sunday, one would think it's not a place that would draw me in too quickly. Yet there was something about it tonight that seemed so inviting.
A quiet, calm place with uncomfortably inviting pews. I took a seat in the very front left. Even after being in said space multiple times I realized I had never taken a chance to see the sanctuary as it really is.

My eyes followed the rows and rows of pews lined up parallel from each other. All in perfect formation, almost as if they were soldiers marching. Up from the seating my eyes traveled to the ceiling. Each rafter connected to the next by large bolts screwed tightly in place. My eyes followed them until it hit the cross, standing ever so luminously in the soft light of the stage.

A billowy glow outlined the most important symbol I have ever come to know. It gave me a sense of peace. In fact the whole experience of just sitting there did. To be seated in complete silence. Stillness even. The only movement were the carlights shining on the walls as each vehicle passed by.

My eyes soon traveled down to the floor where I saw a mouse rushing back and forth. His tiny feet scurrying from one hiding place to the next.

I suppose mice to need a calming place too.