Through child’s eyes

My 5-year-old great-grandson was sitting with his “Memaw” (grandmother) watching the royal wedding between Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. They both watched until the time when the bride and groom were whisked away in a horse-drawn carriage. He looked at his Memaw and said, “That was beautiful, I have a tear in my eye. Can we watch it again?”

The whole production was one of beauty, grace, simplicity and love. That is all he saw.

He did not hear the sermon, but he felt the passion in the words as they were spoken. A sermon by Bishop Michael Curry, whose words were almost as profound as those spoken by Martin Luther King. He did not notice the bored look on a lot of faces during the sermon from those liberal Westerners who probably felt very uncomfortable being in a church. He heard the passages from the Song of Solomon, but probably did not understand them.

He saw a beautiful blushing bride dressed in a simple gown with no adornments, no bling, no glitz, no expensive jewelry save for her earrings, which were small studs. He saw a tall man in a uniform gazing at her with love and adoration.

He heard a variety of music, the best being the cello version of “Ave Maria.” A piece which was not sung; however, everyone who saw felt the words.

He was amazed at the carriage and white horses and men dressed in red and gold. It was a true fairy tale to him in action.

“That was beautiful, Memaw. I have a tear in my eye.”

JANE DUDLEY

Scott