Charleston Wedding Pastor

There were no bridesmaids. There was no photographer; Just the bride and groom and the Charleston Wedding Pastor. Three figures standing, facing each other In the white-columned gazebo by Charleston Harbor at historic Battery Park. There were a retired couple, who both had lost their mates. Now dressed to the hilt, they had walked from…

They were young and from out-of-state. They called to tell me “We’d like a Charleston wedding on the beach.” The day was set, A Saturday in July, we met on Folly Beach and the rain was falling down in sheets. We sloshed through puddles and soggy sand. The sea and sky were an impossible grey…

We were on a wedding boat, the Carolina Belle, cruising the Charleston Harbor.  The bride and groom were from Pennsylvania.  They, with family and friends, were jovial and well-focused as we gathered for the ceremony on the top deck. There was talk of great joinings, including heaven and earth’s, as we idled beneath the Ravenel…