I recently remarried. In planning our wedding, we had a hard time finding someone who would marry us as we wished to be married.
I wanted to hone and polish every word and every line in the ceremony until the whole thing sparkled. I graduated with a degree in philosophy, so I geek out about the meanings of the words we say.
My dear Love is an agreeable sort and went along with my wishes as long as he got to say the vow he wanted to say in his own words. Also, he is decidedly nonreligious. He proclaims himself to be rabidly anti-religious, actually, and he asked that his views be respected in our ceremony.
You’d think that would be an officiant’s dream: walk in, go through the prepared script, and voila, everyone goes home happy. Easy peasy, right?
Well, let me tell you: that was not what happened. In the end, not one single word I wrote made it into the ceremony and we had prayers to start and to finish.
I know our love is bigger than one single ceremony. Yet, I was appalled that our officiant came in and defined for us how we would be married.
Based on all the research I did and with the glorious realization that I had finally found an employment niche for my philosophy degree, I decided to hang out my shingle as a professional wedding officiant!