Not long ago, my lovely cousin
Claire asked me to officiate her wedding. This was a bit surprising to me
because 1. I expected to be the Best Man (I always expect to be the Best Man
due to my sheer awesomeness) and 2. I had zero qualifications for officiating a
wedding ceremony. Sure, I'd been to dozens of weddings. Heck, I even was the
groom in one of them. But I'd never been the one standing between the bride and
her husband-to-be, asking them to put rings on each other and saying "Are
you sure you do?"
The last time I was that involved
in delivering a mass was many Super Bowls ago when I was an altar boy. The
duties of that position were quite simple: put on white dress-looking gown, tie
rope around waist, stand when priest stands, sit when priest sits, try not to
fall asleep. I did this until I was forced to retire in '93 due to an incurable
case of Not Wanting to Do it Anymore.
When I received that phone call
from Claire, I was delighted. It's not often you get asked to be part of a
wedding ceremony, especially one where you can stand in front of hundreds of
people and say things like "We are gathered here together today to join
these people in holy matrimony" and "Don't forget to purchase your
copy of OH BOY, YOU'RE HAVING A GIRL – I hear it's hilarious." I was
touched she had considered me for the role. I gladly accepted the honor and
then immediately called my mom to tell her the news.
"Hey Mom, did you hear? Claire
has lost her mind."
I'm kidding, of course. This honor
bestowed upon me was not something I planned to take lightly. If I were to be a
good wedding officiant I figured I must study up on my scripture and research
as many wedding ceremonies as possible (thank you, YouTube) that way I'd be knowledgeable enough to pass any test thrown
my way. I spent hours and hours learning, absorbing and understanding
everything there is to know about standing up on that pulpit and delivering an
amazing wedding for my cousin, whom I love, and my soon-to-be cousin-in-law
Ryan, whom I'm still upset with for not naming me his Best Man.
After nearly four months of
preparation, I went to the Universal Life
Church Monastery's website to learn about the steps I would need to take to
become an ordained minister. The wedding wasn't for another six months, so I
figured I had plenty of time to go through the rigors and take any and all
classes/tests needed to complete my mission and earn my degree. I clicked on
the button that said "become ordained online." My journey was about
to begin.
First Question: Name. (Well that
was easy enough.)
Second Question: Email address.
(No problem. Better not use my FozzieBear one. I need to show that I'm taking
this seriously.)
Third Question: Home address.
(Done and done.)
Fourth Question: Do you
certify that you are over the age of 13? (I think my balding head is proof of
that.)
Fifth Question: Choose a password. (PeteRose4HOF)
I had now finished step one on my
journey. It felt good. The only thing left was a button that said, "Submit
Ordination Request," so I clicked it.
Seventeen dollars later, I was
officially an ordained minister.
It's rare that you are asked to
play such an important role during one of the most monumental moments of a
loved one's life. I have very few cousins, but I'm extremely close to all of
them—have been since before I had dreams of being an alter boy. I learned how
important family was from my Grandma Klems, who went out of her way to make
sure I not only saw my cousins regularly but thought of them as brothers and
sisters. Knowing that I get to officiate the wedding ceremony of someone I consider
my sister will go down as one of the most meaningful and memorable moments of
my life. For that, Claire, I thank you. (And Ryan, from the bottom of my heart,
there's still time to reconsider your choice of Best Man.)
So I'm officially a minister and
am free to marry anyone who wants to get married. In fact, don't cross me or I
will sneak up behind you one day and marry you to someone you don't like. Plus,
if my daughters so choose—and the time is right—I can be the officiant at each
of their weddings. How exciting! Though, I won't allow them to date until I'm
dead, so this may pose a slight logistical problem.
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4 comments:
What an honor your cousin has bestowed upon you - I just feel special being invited to someone's wedding but actually officiating! Impressive - but you know what is even more impressive?
Your love for family? Sure
Your ability to work in a(read shameless) book plug Pretty sneaky
But even better than that?
Your awesome password!!!!
I always said when elected President, my first act would be to get Pete Rose into Cooperstown - and I'd give him a team for all his pain and suffering
My next act would be to get rid of the DH
I am sure you will bring just the the right amount of seriousness and humor to the ceremony - Best wishes for your cousin as she embarks on her happily ever after!
Brian, it really IS an honor :) I love everything about this story only...double-check that's a valid ordainment! Just sayin' :)
How fun!
I wanted my brother to do this for my wedding, but he ended up being the deejay instead. (The two are so alike, right?)
Sounds like you had the greatest time, I am sure stressful at first. At least I have the same idea as your cousin! I asked my second cousin to marry us. So now he is looking for information on how to become ordained. Thanks so much for this helpful information!
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