As with many words, the term threshold has a way of stirring memories – some positive, others less so. An all-time favorite of mine calls up a treasured photo image, captured on, yes, my wedding day. The moment awakens warm feelings, still.
“How about we get a shot of you carrying your new bride across the threshold!”, the photographer offered.
My bride, Ann, and I were IN.
With the pastor’s house adjoining the church parking lot, a momentary mock venue was set.
Calling now to mind a thousand snapshots of us captured through all the years since that December day 1967, none matches the delightful threshold image.
Over time a long string of dates and events have signaled a parade of threshold moments. Many scenes, photographed or not, could carry enchanting captions.
“Hello (smiling)” Jerry meets Ann, 1964
“Yes, I’ll marry you”. (1967)
“Ladies and gentlemen, time to board”. Africa-bound flight. JFK International
“It’s a girl!” (1972)
“It’s a boy!” (1974)
“A girl!” (1983). . . Nairobi Hospital all
Thresholds.
Transitions mark the lives of us all. Every person forging new – uncharted passageways across life’s landscape – no two points of entry just alike.
Our Africa years stretched into decades. A good two dozen laps around the sun had flown past since we’d pledged our wedding vows and the camera flashed our threshold moment.
The dawn of 1992 would soon lift her ever-stretching sunlight across a very new kind of landscape.
©2023 Jerry Lout
How lovely to see the different thresholds you and Ann have traveled over! Carry on!
Grace alone carrying us along. Thank you.
A sweet reminder of our threshold moments! 🙂
Thank you!