This past weekend I travelled out to the villages to witness the wedding of one of the pastors in our mission. It was one dusty, long trip into the middle of no where, but a beautiful testimony of God's picture of marriage and the Gospel. I think I sat for twelve hours straight, including driving time. When we arrived at the wedding we were given a room to sit in because we had travelled a long distance. After waiting a couple of hours, a lady brought us fermented milk with millet and then eventually our breakfast of noodles and potatoes, around 1:15. You know it will be a long day when you are served breakfast in the afternoon. Another hour passed just sitting on a bed, waiting, and looking through the door to others waiting outside under the tent. Finally, we went and sat under the tent to continue waiting. The service started around 3:30, lasted two to three hours, and was performed in Seer and Wolof. As you notice in the picture, the bride and groom are very serious. They were like this during the whole ceremony and is a sign of setting apart your wedding day. Despite all the waiting, I felt priviledged to attend.
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