Remembering The Metaphor — Part 1 (maybe)

A congregation gathered in Guntersville, Alabama on the day I finally understood “bride.”  The doors in the back of the church opened like a veil splitting and the souls in the grand room stood—some jealous of me, me jealous for her.  The observers smiled, true joy I am sure.  But for them it was only an idea.  For me it was the tangible expression of a unified forever, the relinquishment of all non-ordained possibilities.

When the preacher asked me to recite the vows, I struggled. the immensity of the moment.  Quivering chin, cracking voice, it’s all true; you can ask her. We slipped on rings, lit a candle, kissed for the congregation, and walked out to a Irish jig of celebration.  After we stepped through the back doors, I took her into my arms and kissed her truly.  I kissed her like no one was watching, though the photographer later presented us with proof to the contrary.   

At the reception, Shane grabbed my arm, pulled me aside.  “This is the closest you’ll ever get to the fulfillment of the metaphor,” he said.  “Understand that, and remember it.” 

I do Shane. Really, man.

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6 Responses to Remembering The Metaphor — Part 1 (maybe)

  1. Scooter says:

    Bro…great stuff but I think that Shane only got it partly right. Almost 8 years into the experience of the “metaphor” I only think that I’m barely understanding it and it’s better, sweeter and richer than it was on that beautiful Summer day dancing in the Ozarks…I think today, this day I’m closer than I was, but still so far from the completion of understanding the fulfillment of the “metaphor.” Love you friend.

    • sethhaines says:

      Good words, and you are 100% right.

      This is coming from a place, though, where I am examining how we remember and view the original marriage metaphor. I think I’m going to examine a couple of other metaphors. Essentially, I find myself singing songs like “the glorious bride, and the great son of man,” and not stopping to really think about what that means, about how I’ve experienced that tangibly. I tend to more sink into the cliche and let it wash over me, numb as I can be.

      Love it when you drop by here, Scoot.

  2. Scooter says:

    So what does it look like to stop…and think…to ponder this metaphor? Please share…I’m eagerly awaiting. Love stopping by, only wishing that there was coffee.

  3. It still blows my mind that we get to be enter the metaphor, that I get to enter into it with you.

    Thanks for making me cry in front of a bazillion people!

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