The wedding ceremony took place in an old, by New Zealand standards, church.
The groom’s great-grand parents had been married there too and the ceremony this week would have been much the same as that one all those years ago.
I am a celebrant and have taken many different marriage services in a variety of different places from a church to a paddock and felt privileged to have been part of all of them.
But there is still something special about a traditional church service with hymns which the congregation sings with enthusiasm, and words which have stood the test of time.
Today I’m grateful for tradition.