I just returned from Houston this weekend for the wedding of Eveline and Carlos. I don't know Carlos very well, but Eveline is a great friend. She is like a thunderstorm of humanity all exploding at you at great speed and great danger.
It was great to see my friends from Houston and Brenham, it was a beautiful party, and I was really happy to be there with my friends from New York, Antonio and Andri. Again, like at the last wedding I went to in New York for Stella and Rich, it was really a foretaste of heaven. I don't want to be abstract, because I was struck by the simple fact that I was at a party with all of my friends. But not just any party, rather a party in which the meaning for the celebration was clear and clearly united to the meaning of everything.
It wasn't my own wedding, but I could not help but feel that somehow my "yes" was present there in the simple "I do's" of Stella and Rich and Eveline and Carlos. It was clear that their weddings happened within a context, the same context that their marriage will happen, that is, within a particular friendship. And I was a part of that, my presence helped, somehow, to make it happen.
The weekend was a clear provocation to my life, and not just when I caught the garter! At every moment this weekend, in front of my friends who I hadn't seen in a while, my former GSini who were wasting their time outside missing the event, and at the Mass in front of Carlos and Eveline exchanging vows, I found myself asking "What is this for me?" and then having to give the reasons for these things, to recognize the fact that was provoking me.
"What is the meaning of this?" was my constant inquiry. And the overwhelming awareness that all that I had been participating in, every moment, had been given by one who knew how much I needed these friends, this event. And the Word became flesh.
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