Last Friday, I (R) attended a Hindu wedding. My language teacher invited me as she celebrated the marriage of her daughter to a man with whom she was arranged. I've learned that most all weddings here are arranged...very few are "love marriages".
The last time the groom will be able to touch the feet of his bride...as he puts on her toe rings.
Me, the groom and a good friend.
Breakfast, before the wedding, is served on a banana leaf.
Lunch, just like breakfast, is eaten with one's right hand.
While festive, the event still symbolizes sadness to me as I remember the worthless acts of bowing down to lifeless idols. One needs to respect the fact that this is someone's wedding, but still remember the need to share Chr!st whenever possible. Today, this need was manifest in kindness, love and "Yesu nimmanu pritastane" (Je$u$ loves you.) spoken whenever possible.
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It is even more amazing that we here in the US can't share our love for each other in front of Jesus, in our own Church!!
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