Monday, April 02, 2007

122 hours.

We're getting close now- 5 days.

Our Pastor called us up for prayer on Sunday and the reaction of the church was amazing.

"Before I begin the message... Stephen and Rachel are getting married in a week and I'd like to pray for them. Where are they? (at this point the entire section behind us waved their hands and pointed at us)... oh- Would you two come up here, please?"

Upon hearing our names a handful of people hooted and hollered and clapped. By the time we got up to the front the ENTIRE CHURCH was laughing and applauding and shouting. It felt wonderful.

It's not a really big church and most people know us. I've been in this church since I was 11 and I've been singing on the worship team since I was 17 or 18. Stephen's also on the team- he's a drummer- so most people recognize us because we're both on stage at least once a month. It was just incredible how exuberant everyone was. After church my Pastor's wife saw me and looked like she was going to cry. "You just grew up too fast!! So fast! But it's going to be such a beautiful day." she said as she hugged me.

It's becoming more surreal every day. We went on Friday to get our marriage license but it all could have been ruined because I was stupid enough to have my knife in my purse. Passing through security at the Clerk and Recorder's Office, the deadpan security guard said "You've got a knife in your purse, ma'am." My minds eye shot to an image of my knife, earrings, and handful of change sitting on the bookshelf back at Stephen's house.

"No, I carry a knife but I don't have it with me today," I said. She made me empty my purse and, sure enough, there it was at the very bottom. I took it out and handed it to her. She fooled with it for a moment but couldn't figure out how to open it. I opened it for her and showed her the release and handed it to her. She fooled with it some more but couldn't close it. She handed it back to me blade first (stupid woman) and I showed her a few times how to open and close it. She tried again with minimal success and announced, "Yep, this is a switchblade. I can't hold this for you." (Switchblades are illegal in Colorado and I don't own one. It's just a pocket knife.)

For crap sake, lady. If you can't even open it, how are you supposed to know what kind of a knife it is? The thing is an inch and a half long and opens about a third of the way in a "V" shape when you press the release. It's pretty dull and it's only good for utility purposes. And by law, a knife like that with a blade 3 inches long or less is not considered a concealed weapon and it's my LEGAL RIGHT to carry it around if I want to, but I didn't want to a cause a big scene. She was "kind enough" not to confiscate it and let me put it out in the car. Hassle. Grumble.


ThomG said...

Ha! R&R's packing. I can trump that: When we went to get our marriage license, I found out she wasn't divorced from her first (and second) husband. Whoops.

RachelRenae said...

NO WAY! That's terrible.

Beth said...

Aww I got all teary reading about your pastors wife.....I'm such a sop when it comes to weddings. So you're a tall gifted worship leader who goes every-where with a knife! I love your posts they make me laugh you'll have to take a lap top on honey-moon!

RachelRenae said...

hehe thanks, beth!

I'll take lots of pictures but I'm not sure about blogging on my honeymoon! There's a lot of other things i'd rather be doing. ;)

ThomG said...

Forget the laptop on the honeymoon. Have fun, you kids.

Melissa said...

Ha! That's funny that you had to show the rent-a-cop how to operate the knife and she obviously trusted you enough to take lessons from you.

That's really cool of your pastor to have prayed for y'all along with the church! It's getting so close, Yay!!!