“When the restaurant door swung open and John Blanchard stood there in his military uniform, bemusedly scanning the room for the woman in the green suit, she knew all that she needed to know about him. This was a man who was worthy of her trust. This one would be with her, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, through all the thick and thin of living. This one really meant it.”
That’s how the sermon ended today, and the point I was trying to get across – through a lovely human story - is that none of us want to be half-loved, partly known or vaguely appreciated.