(Not The One Where They Worship)
Well, the wedding is over and no sacrifices were made. Just a long damn time wasted, IMHO. This is the first wedding I have been to that the bride, broom, best man and bridesmaid along with the wedding party had chairs to sit in. Why? Well let me tell ya.
The guy who the groom chose to administer the ceremony talked for an hour, giving several scripture verses (and the groom had to look them up and read with him, as did many in the audience) on how to be a Christian husband and wife. How Jehovah God was to be first in the family with the husband being next in the hierarchy. The wife comes in third, completing the trifecta, along with her being subservient and submissive to his will.
Okay! I get that different religions have their rules and regulations that make them different for all the other sects, but shit like that needs to be done during the meetings with the clergy. Though the Jehovah Witnesses do not have one preacher, I think they have an elder or something, and that each member can preach when the want to. If this is how it works, then I don’t see that just anyone, no matter how much they know, believe or is brainwashed, should be giving advice to any new coupe, unless it’s over a few beers.
That is a strange religion. Sorry, but that is my opinion, and you don’t have to agree with me. Honest! You don’t. I’m perfectly happy to let you believe what you want to believe in and practice your religion any way that makes you happy.
At any rate, they are married.
This is Vernon ‘Junior’ and Rachael. I don’t know why he is called Junior. It may be that his dad is a ‘Senior’, or it could be that is the highest grade he competed in high school, or it could be he is the last or youngest of all the cousins. But I will say that he is a great guy, full of laughter and can dance like a demented fool and totally loves his Rachael.
He is of Brazilian blood. His grandmother was here from Brazil and she could not speak a word of English. Junior’s sister set with us and translated our conversations…when they weren’t on the floor dancing. There were almost 200 JW’s and/or Brazilians at the party and they all danced. Even the elderly! It gave me mixed feelings. I was happy for the couple and for the good time that everyone was having, but sad that I have nothing like that in my life.
There is no family or kin that party like that. No traditions. No lifelong friends. I do have my high school pals that I finally got in contact with (thanks to Facebook) but only after 45 to 50 years, I get to enjoy my shipmates at the reunions each year, but nothing like what I saw last night.
But I don’t wish I had that stuff bad enough to become a Jehovah Witness. I enjoy being a heathen too much.
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