Then she asked me her question:
She didn’t have a father to come to her wedding, so she wanted to know if I, as her pastor and spiritual father, would walk her down the aisle—symbolic of how God was truly her Father now.
I was a wreck, yet she almost glowed with spiritual peace and a sense of relational fulfillment when she asked me that.
I told her that I would be so honored.
So on her wedding day, while another pastor officiated the wedding itself, I had the privilege of taking the arm of that beautiful young woman, walking her down the aisle and giving her away to a good and godly young man.
And she was right.
It really wasn’t me walking her down the aisle.
It was God her Father filling that role in her life. And me? Just leading the church in the way I was charged to,
… like a father.
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