The month of June is set to music. “Pomp and Circumstance” or some other stately march is played for capped-and-gowned young men and women about to receive paper proof that their four years of cramming, of dormitory life and institutional food, of interminable lectures, long term papers, and occasional shenanigans, are over. Soon after, some of the same young people walk down another aisle, accompanied by the familiar music from Wagner’s Lohengrin, to the beginning of married life. By a happy turn of events I get to participate in both of June’s celebrated events this year. Daughter Nancy will receive her A.B. degree the morning of the 14th and her MRS. the same evening. I’m older and poorer, having endured four years of college costs; the future Mrs. Daniel Sharp is wiser because of her learning and happier because of her love. It all takes me back thirty-three years to another college commencement, my own, and back twenty-eight years to a church altar where my beloved and I spoke our vows to each other.
In my devotions recently I read again the lovely story of Ruth, who lived during the harsh and unsettled days of the Judges. She and Boaz fell in love and married, and their son Obed was the father of Jesse, who was the father of David, from whose loins came the Lord Jesus in the fullness of time. Marriage in the Lord can be beautiful!
