Last Saturday I had the honor and priviledge of marrying one of my nephews and his bride Nickie. Earlier in the week, I had been given the honor of officiating at the memorial service of the mother of one of our long time friends. In the front row was her husband of 68 years. In the same week I had the opportunity to witness both the birth of a promise as well as the fulfillment of one. In fact as I stood before my nephew Scott, I tried to convey that making the promise is one thing. Keeping the promise is so much more. Several years ago I received a call from a friend of mine. His wife was in the hospital with cancer that barring a miracle would in a few months take her life. He told me about a plan that he had come up with. He wanted to renew his vows with his wife. They had been married about nine years. He had somehow gotten her ring away from her and was having it cleaned. He had asked the guy who had been his best man to be a part of it and he wanted me to lead them in a renewal of their vows. It all came off without a hitch. He, his best man and the preacher (me) came into her hospital room. He went over to her bed took her hand and said will you marry me again. She said yes (fortunately) and he placed the ring on her finger. I led them in their vows. I almost couldn't get out the words, "in sickness and in health." Before me was such a graphic fulfillment of that vow, that promise that he had made at their wedding nine years earlier, and here he stood at her hospital bedside living out and in fact restating his intentions of loving her no matter what. Within a year she was gone. but to this day every time I stand before a bride and groom I am unable to forget what the fulfillment of that vow looks like.
To those of us who are married. When we stood at the wedding altar we made some promises. With His help let's not forget them. Let's live them out.