The Adventures of Fric and Frac: Adventure 280: Swamp Life/Post E

Potato Egg Frittata

It was really more of an exhale, a moment of relief after a long drive caravaning coolers full of enough tamales to feed an army of rehearsal dinner guests, enough fresh flowers to transform the church into a fragrant garden space, and enough assorted supplies to require the caravan to be three vehicles strong, but Kay Kempf, Scott's mom, exclaimed, "I'm glad I had just two children; I don't think I could handle the stress of any more." I don't know her too well yet, but on first impression, I suspect she can handle whatever comes her way. And besides, it's just the next step in the wedding celebration. My guess is Kay will be elbow deep in preparation, which brings me to the wedding word of the day: FEAST. Here at wedding central, two days before the honey cures, the worker bees are buzzing. They're flying around Fulton County, each in his or her own way adding a little dusting of pollination to the proceedings. Kim and Judy are building cakes; Rod, Karen, and Jan are traveling to Toledo on a shopping run. Karen Rodriquez is putting reception snacks together; Dale and Kay are readying the rehearsal dinner; Kate is deep in thought wrestling with just the right words to express her vows to Scott, while he, poor nervous groom that he is, battles the immodium blues. I helped out by cleaning the kitchen and kitchen floor just to ready it for more crumbs as they tumble from plates like satisfied memories onto the tile floor. And finally, Kel (The only one more nervous than Scott) shakes his legs, taps his fingers, rearranges furniture, cleans cupboards, writes to do lists, and prays that his nerves will allow him to enjoy what's truly important about this event. He's lucky he doesn't live in Jesus' time. Wedding feasts then often lasted two weeks or more. This morning when I was reading in John 2: 1-11 about Jesus' first miracle at the wedding feast where he turned grey soapy water into wine, I realized how miraculous all this communal activity is. It's just as another thing Kay mentioned last night. She found it a blessing that everyone contributes in his or her own way. She reminds me of Jesus' mother Mary who knew who Jesus was before anyone else, and who also set the standard for all proud mothers. When Mary mentioned to Jesus that the wedding couple was out of wine, he replied something to the effect, "Woman, why do you bother me with this? You know my time has not yet come." However, out of love and respect for her, Jesus quietly granted her wish. And what's more, all the disciples quickly realized what Mary already knew--that Jesus was the Messiah, and they instantly put their faith in Him. So, for us busy bees who easily get caught up in the "weak and foolish things of this world", we can and should take solace in the idea that our Lord is there for us out in full glory from his once hidden majesty and secure in his everlasting kingly perfection. In this we should be thankful, realizing like disciples of old that life is good, especially today.