Going To The Chapel

I’m on my way to church this morning, and the weather couldn’t be more lovely. My Sunday croissant and coffee are delicious, the sun shines gloriously, and I have time To sit and give thanks before I have to get vested and preach. Only one thing could make this better — and Margaret will be joining me here in just a week.
 
The song suggests that once one goes to the chapel and gets married, “I’ll never be lonely, wo-oah.” (Or “no more,” I’m not sure.) That turns out to work better as a lyric than as a rule for marital expectation. But all hard things must come to an end, and in just a week “I’ll never be lonely no more” — at least for a while.