A Royal Wedding, Just Like Mine
Well, the world has another princess and millions watched as Harry wed Meghan and tied the royal knot. Unfortunately, I was in the thick of travel so couldn't watch it live. But as I sit at the Bangkok airport en route to Singapore, I am watching the highlights. There's no escape—every television is showing the wedding. So as I watched, I marveled at how 'similar' this was to my wedding in May, 46 years ago.
Harry married Meghan. Her shorter name is Meg. My wife's full name is Margaret—shorter version, Meg or Margie. They were married in Windsor Castle. I was married 240 miles away from Windsor, Ontario—same name, same city referenced. She has now become a princess. My wife, Margie, went to school in Toronto on Princess Ave. Meghan is a beautiful blend of two races. My Margie is a beautiful blend of the Irish and Scottish. What's more, we have added to that splendid coalescence, with three beautiful offspring. He is a prince and the second son of Charles. I was the second son of my father and my middle name, Kumar, means Prince. He was congratulated by his grandfather, the Duke of Edinburgh. When the Duke visited India about six decades ago he shook hands with my younger brother and congratulated him for being the youngest member of the choir. Later my younger brother shook hands with me. On second thoughts, the Duke may not have shaken hands with my brother but he certainly greeted him. And then my brother greeted me—same thing. They were treated to a powerful message by a minister whose last name was Curry. After our wedding rehearsal we enjoyed curry for our dinner treat that night—and just as fiery. Our reception was at Howard Johnson's. Knowing the English, I am sure at least one of the cooks would have been a Howard or a Johnson. They rode away in a horse-drawn carriage loaned by his parents. We drove away in our 1972 Plymouth Duster, given by my parents. Interestingly, Duster is the name of Banner-General Tylee Khirgan's warhorse. Of course, just like this story we could have driven away in a stretch.
Yes, sadly, there were some differences. There was a garbage strike in Toronto for the weeks preceding our wedding, and the only place where there was no garbage piled up was near the airport. So all of our photographs were with the airport in the background. How prophetic was that about our future? Apart from this minor difference you can see the incredible similarities. Couldn't resist this lighter take.
In reality, every wedding properly viewed and respected is a fairytale wedding. Two little ones born world's apart meet, and the heart surrenders to make those two lives one. Under God we are all children of royalty and ought to celebrate that treasured position. Living with that blessing and serving the King of Kings is our joy. Marriage and the home are God's treasured gift and we ought to see it the way God does. It is not accidental that the first miracle our Lord performed was at a wedding. Behind the celebratory intake of food is the miracle of two lives becoming one and surrendering themselves to the other. A heart surrendering to Christ is a miracle. Two hearts becoming one under Christ is a double miracle. Our homes may not be palaces but every home is a palace when the King of Kings indwells the hearts of those that cherish each other as God designed it to be. The father of the new princess spoke touching words from a distance, “My baby looks beautiful." To him she will always be "My baby." How much more our Abba Father beams with His love when two of His children honor each other because they honor Him. He probably says, "My kids." They are forever His children.
Before I close, I cannot resist one poignant remark. The message preached by Bishop Michael Curry was extraordinary. Few speakers in the world can match the eloquence and passion of the African-American preacher. One is riveted to every word. I believe a wounded person and a wounded culture tells of the wounded Savior the best. The world heard the gospel that day. Thank you, Bishop Curry.
Our best wishes to the Royal couple. Our weddings had no similarities in grandeur or status, and rightly so, but they did have the most important one. Love triumphed and found its destiny. They looked lovely and happy. May that beauty and joy last their lifetime. Beautifully done.