This is something I need to get off my chest.
Last Saturday was the wedding of a close family friend. The service was at a pretty little church, the reception was delightful and the dancing was fantastic.
And Rev. John Doe [*] gave exactly the same sermon he’d given a little over a year earlier at my sister’s wedding.
The content of the repeated sermon is incidental to the main point (it was a re-run) but it’s worth including here because perhaps it’s so wise that it’s worth repeating, or perhaps not. The sermon was based on the reading, which was also the same reading delivered at my sister’s wedding: Jeremiah 6:16.
This is what the LORD says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. But you said, ‘We will not walk in it.’
(Rev. Doe omitted that last sentence from the excerpt he chose — so as far as the audience heard it, the reading ended on “souls”.)
Rev Doe asked us to note, specifically, the verbs, of which, he said, there are six: stand, look, ask, ask again, walk, and rest. (Actually, “rest” is not a verb in this passage: the 6th verb is “find”.) But anyway, a husband and wife should stop (stand) and look (especially within), consult widely (ask, ask again), do the thing (walk the path), and then rest. This seems a harmless and intuitively agreeable proscription to wrench, verb-wise, from the Old Testament mutterings of Jeremiah. I don’t find it tremendously insightful as teachings go, and your mileage may vary, but it’s at least not objectionable.
But content aside — why was it the same sermon?
Paid speakers might assemble a menu of prepared and practiced speeches — and certainly Rev. Doe was paid — but is that really the role of a priest?
I imagine that, in some long-forgotten past, the figure of the priest commanded genuine spiritual rank. Perhaps a priest was actually wise, contemplative, and steeped in doubt as much as faith, and benefited people by their interventions. Perhaps they initiated some people onto their own path of spiritual contemplation, pointing out the beyond wherever it could be pointed to.
Such a priest would have been unable to give a cookie-cutter sermon at a wedding.
Even those negligibly awake to reality understand the uniqueness of any moment, any situation. Thus, not merely a wedding: this wedding. You cannot bless this union of this man and this woman by systematically regurgitating a biblical widget.
How is it that a spiritual teacher in our society is so bound to a conventional form? Why can he not speak what is alive in him at this moment?
Honestly, I feel despair at that. And I felt anger, because the wedding of my sister and her husband was unique to them, and the wedding I’m writing about today was unique to them, and the pivotal officiator of the ceremony should at least acknowledge that.
I have seen very little of the priesthood. But the priests I have seen are not really spiritual teachers. They are more like floating signifiers made flesh, granted conventional status by a parish of nominal faith. That status is partly administrative, partly social — but to the extent it is imagined as spiritual, it is as ethereal as the Holy Spirit.
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P.S. This should go without saying, but it’s worth saying in case it doesn’t. I’ve obviously kept names anonymous but my friends will know of whose wedding(s) I write. While obviously critical of the priest, I wish no offense or sadness to those who were invested in either occasion, especially not the brides or grooms. My post is written with the feeling that the service on each occasion ought have been worthy of the beloved people getting married by it.