my wedding collection

Last Thursday, I started a collection of things to take to a wedding and here they are.

Something old: Choosing not to respond to someone's email (or instant message) is strikingly similar to walking away from someone after they've posed a question directly to your face (i.e. slightly rude).

Something new: (While contemplating the discipline of fasting--) God does not take pleasure in us experiencing pain but He delights when we persevere through pain for His sake. I have often thought that, if it does not hurt, then it cannot be good (when it comes to sacrificial/selfless-type things like this).

Something borrowed: I appreciate all the Good King Wenceslasses* because I do not like getting snow inside my shoes.

Something blue: Sometimes I feel like my life is a joke without a punchline. [In this case, I take "blue" in the figurative sense like "gloomy, depressed; dismal, dreary"**]



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* GOOD KING WENCESLAS - John M. Neale

Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.

“Hither, page, and stand by me, if you know it, telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?”
“Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes’ fountain.”

“Bring me food and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither,
You and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither.”
Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together,
Through the cold wind’s wild lament and the bitter weather.

“Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger,
Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer.”
“Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread now in them boldly,
You shall find the winter’s rage freeze your blood less coldly.”

In his master’s steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
You who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/g/o/goodking.htm

** http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=blue