We're Married...and We're Not

Is marriage not a Scriptural concept?


The first human marriage was with the first woman and man who lived in the garden of Eden.
How in the world could there have been a priest, pastor, rabbi, or insert-religious-leader-title here, to officiate?


Maybe I missed something, but in all the instances of there being a marriage in Scripture (The TaNaK and the Messianic Writings) I've never seen one where a third-party other than the Almighty was needed to "officiate" a marriage.
In honor of this fact, may it be known that Lola and I are, yes, married!
Thank you. Thank you.


I have promised to love, appreciate, and protect my dearest, Lola for the rest of my breathing days.
My best friend, my other half, the love of my life who I hope to grow old with, LOLA!
There is no one like you.


I am a man greatly favored considering I have been allowed to have someone like you to reciprocate my love in that perfect way that you do.
Todah Yah for her in my life!


When did this covenant happen?
On the 5th day of the 8th moon in the Gregorian year 2011.
Our engagement rings are tattoos that read in Paleo-Hebrew: 8.5.11 with Chet/Het, Hay, Yod Aleph




Some may be confused by this marital announcement considering we have yet to have a traditional wedding.
Have we shunned all that away?


Well, as a means to appease our "traditionally-inclined" friends and family we will hold a wedding ceremony to officiate the government's definition of a marriage.
As of now, that will be on the Gregorian Sun-day of August 19th, 2012.


In the meantime, we await and plan away what we can with the Almighty guiding our lives.
Where we will be lead, only He knows.
Pray for us?


Here are some other pics from our reunion in the 9th moon (Gregorian-December 2011)

Shalom.

Aches

Dearest Silence,
Would you numb these moments?
Crowded times of many breathing,
What a wondrous aching.
Hold back my watering eyes,
You know that I cannot swim very well.
I've found the rest of my being and yet this treasure is beyond my sight and reach.
What grating;
Some invisible place, stoney and sore.
With what, how do I quell it?
What medicine can remedy my ailment?
All my methods of coping are of short use.

Moments, you are expelled.
Vacate as I exhale.
At my whim, I will release you in song and yelp and sob,
As long as you leave.

Many moons must wax and wane until the arrival of that Day.
None other than the very one that begins with my self, completed.

Return quickly, beloved.
Tarry briefly as your absence shortens my breath.
Pain lingers in my parts, the half that I hold.
Battle-wounded yet preserved, I await with Silence, my companion.

How I love thee and will never again breathe a breath that lacks this love,
Yours