One helicopter rescue occurred right at the commencement of my friend's wedding. This was truly a wedding worst nightmare, the kind you only hear about on TV! The setting was serene and picture-perfect: white chairs and hay bales lining a grassy knoll nestled in the hills with blue sky above and nothing but good thoughts on everyone's minds. The weather was perfect, the surroundings could not have been more beautiful, and the furthest thing on anyone's mind was tragedy. After all, we were here to witness and celebrate entrance into the life-long covenant of marriage.
Two women in the crowd who, like the rest of us were anticipating a day of joy and relaxation, happened to be nurses. When the groom's family urgently asked the crowd if anyone had medical expertise, they sprung into action, peforming CPR over and over again. No response.
This was getting really serious. Suddenly the food, decorations, and photo ops didn't matter anymore. Everything was put on hold.
It was so serious that I wondered if we might have a funeral and a wedding on the same day. I literally felt sick for the bride, my very dear friend, wondering how it felt to be her and imagining the terror in her heart. She was fully dressed in her wedding gown; the guests were seated, decorations in place and the ceremony due to start in seconds. And now this. . . her future husband hanging by a thread between life and death on the ground in front of her.
Amidst the chaos I began to pray. We were desperate for God's immediate intervention.
As we prayed and waited, the nurses cared for the groom, the bride talked to the groom, and we all anxiously wondered how the day would end. After what felt like an eternity, the groom regained consciousness and we all rejoiced. A happy ending to this story was on it's way.
It was decided that they would exchange vows and sign the papers right there on the ground before being whisked off to the hospital via helicopter. I guess it was the perfect opportunity to test the commitment, " . . . for better or worse, in sickness and in health. . .".
We tried to enjoy the rest of the day on their behalf and were rewarded with a personal phone call from them at the hospital later in the evening, assuring us that the groom was alive and though he had surgery and struggles ahead, would be okay.
Family and friends melted with relief at the sound of their voices, and spontaneous cheers broke out in the crowd.
After the dust cleared and I could gather my thoughts, I was encouraged. This whole experience was clear evidence that God's grace still permeates every part of our broken world. People do still, in fact, value human life above all else in creation. When someone's life is in danger, it is nothing less than grace that we drop everything else and put their life in first priority, doing everything possible to preserve it.
So. . ..in the story of the "wedding gone wrong", something went very right. Grace.
* "Hangi" is a traditional Maori method of cooking where food is buried in a pit in the ground with hot rocks and left to cook for many hours. It is still used regularly for special occasions. I personally love hangi and jump at any chance to eat it!
Wow - what a day! Dan and I enjoyed a Hangi meal when we visited New Zealand a few years ago - yummy!
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