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Published on January 20, 2014, by in Uncategorized.

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Over the years I have been asked to officiate weddings from all different traditions; Italian, French, Spanish, and even Greek.  When a couple emailed me and asked if I had ever done a Greek wedding I quickly replied “yes.”

As the ceremony came together I worked with them to create a custom ceremony, and I asked them, because of the nature of their ceremony if they would like me to wear a suit or a robe?  They chose a robe and I made the assumption that this would be a more formal ceremony.  I envisioned tuxedos and beautiful dresses as far as the eye could see.

I arrived on site the afternoon of the wedding and the guys were all drinking and having a good time…still not dressed 30 minutes before the ceremony.  I told them they needed to get ready and that I would go and check on the bride.   When I knocked on the door to the room where the bride was getting ready the photographer stuck her head out the door and told me that the bride was almost ready and then she handed me their marriage license.

A “coordinator” (I would use that word with tongue in cheek) told me where to stand and that she would release the bride party from behind the closed doors to walk down the aisle.  I took my position in a room adorned with heavy white fabric and tall Greek columns positioned all around the room.  Guests were finely dressed and waiting for the entrance of the bridal party.

As the doors opened and the bridal party proceeded down the aisle I remarked  that truly this was a Greek wedding, for the wedding party was not dressed in tuxedos or gowns, but in togas with Olive leaf wreaths around their heads.  As they made their way down the aisle something else became obvious to all those in attendance; just like the Emperor’s  New Clothes , the light from the open door behind them showed to all the guests that the men wore nothing with the togas, but the smile on their faces.

And it all happened down the aisle.