Read the Lectionary Texts It was a hot and humid Saturday afternoon, typical of August in Massachusetts. The bride and groom, kneeling before the altar, were soaked in sweat and looking at me as if to say, "Speed it up, Rev. Make it short and sweet!" And I was doing my best. Out in the congregation, family and friends were either fanning themselves with the printed wedding bulletins or dabbing handkerchiefs against their foreheads. It was hot! I zoomed through the ceremony - the readings, the vows, the awful solo by the bride's Aunt Emma that made people reach up and [READ MORE]