God’s plan of happiness allows us to choose for ourselves. As with the patterns of the shopper, we may choose celestial marriage or lesser alternatives. Some marital options are cheap, some are costly, and some are cunningly crafted by the adversary. Beware of his options; they always breed misery!
This makes a nice setup for a personal story I have been meaning to tell....
My brother was recently married to a woman he's been dating for over three years. He wanted to marry her much earlier, but he wanted to marry in the temple, rather than be the only one in our family to accept a "less option". I think he really believes that a temple marriage would help him have a stable family and long term happiness, especially since that's how we grew up and that's the example we have seen from our parents. The problem was that he fell in love with a non-member. Not only that, but a highly educated non-member whose family is Hindu and wary of insular Christian sects like the Mormons. Over the years my brother managed to "convert" her from agnosticism to Mormonism, resulting in baptism without her family's knowledge. I'm not sure if they know, even now.
Nevertheless, they settled for one of Satan's lesser options, a non-temple marriage, because of a number of procedural difficulties that the LDS church uses to limit choices. Normally a new member has to wait one year before being allowed to enter the temple, and that seemed to be too much longer for them. Plus, it would shut out her family and a huge number of non-LDS friends, leading to hurt feelings that would take years to repair. So about six months after her baptism, they were married outside the temple, but in the US this triggers an LDS legalism that forces them to wait another 12 months before they can be sealed in the temple. We'll see if they go through with it. I have my doubts.
The traditional Hindu wedding was fun and novel for me. My brother, the groom, arrived at the country club in a horse-drawn carriage, wearing the white coat and red turban of an Indian prince. The bride wore an exotic red and gold gown and several pounds of traditional gold jewelry. For the actual marriage ceremony, they sat facing each other on a raised platform covered with candles, bowls of fruit, and flowers, while a barefoot Hindu priest chanted in Sanskrit, and sprinkled rice over their heads. It was a long procedure and a little hard to follow even with their family friend trying to explain the meaning of each step in the ceremony, but it was certainly unforgettable and unique in my family.
Throughout the ceremony the parents of the bride and groom sat on the stage as well and had some minor participations in the event. The bride's parents wore traditional Indian robes and beamed with delight. My mother and father chose to wear conservative western attire because they had traveled back to the USA from East Asia where they are serving an LDS mission. They still had their Elder/Sister name tags proclaiming The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. They smiled through the ceremony, but just barely. Obviously the "pagan" wedding tradition was emotionally difficult for them, as representatives of the LDS church and as parents with high hopes for their last unmarried son. My father looked especially uncomfortable.
Most of the 200 or so guests turned out to be Indian friends of the bride and her family. Most of them had gotten to know my brother and were friendly with him, and with the rest of us. All of my siblings were there, plus two of my brother's friends from Utah, but I don't think there was a single person from my brother's local ward. Interesting.
Following the Indian wedding ceremony, there was a regular western wedding held on the lawn. During the set-up period, I overheard my father asking my brother about the LDS bishop who was going to conduct the western ceremony... oops! Their bishop wasn't going to do it; they had simply ordered a Justice of the Peace. Dad was taken aback. I beheld how Satan's lesser options could indeed breed misery: Dad made a big frown, but politely turned away and prepared for the procession. Compared to the Indian ceremony, the western ceremony was short and sweet. I spoke to some of the Indian guests afterwards and they thought it was beautiful and so different from what they were used to: pretty much the same as my feelings about the Hindu ceremony, because of its novelty.
Then there was a banquet. Along with traditional Indian food (which I love), there was champagne and an open bar. Coffee was served and I partook in discreet moderation, but I didn't go out of my way to hide it from my family. My mother tried to lecture me about the addictive dangers of caffeine (LOL), but I just nodded with the same mechanical smile she had used during the Indian wedding. The father of the bride gave a heartfelt toast, telling of the years when he had gotten to know my brother and prepared to let his only daughter go to the man she loved. Then my father gave an equally emotional toast, and for a while it was clear that he truly loved the bride and her different family, but he ended his tearful speech with a subtly disappointing hope that someday soon the marriage would become an "eternal" one. Huh? Most of the guests must have been perplexed because the Hindu ceremony had already included a declaration of lasting through eternity....
The evening ended with hours of dancing and insanely loud Bollywood music. (CrazY!!) And the newlyweds disappeared into the night.
This event was a couple of months ago and since then I have met up with my brother and his new wife only one time. I live closer to them than anyone else in my family, but still several hours away. It turns out the newlyweds don't attend the Mormon church in their new ward. My brother's wife feels more comfortable around us than anyone else in my family. The rest of my siblings live in faraway Utah and are staunch lifelong Mormons, while we are more "normal." She told my wife that she is "sitting on the fence" as far as the Mormon church is concerned, and she is still bothered that my parents once tried to break up their romance over differences in culture and religion. It was arrogant of my parents to tell her not to worry about her family's Hindu background, because through her example they would eventually they would come around to the truth. She thinks maybe Mormonism isn't right for everyone. Is that a possibility?
It will be interesting to see how this all plays out. For almost 12 years I have been the only one in my family to apostatize, and I didn't exactly do it quietly, but since then I have never tried to deconvert anyone nor have I openly criticized the church in front of them. We have established a respectful, but not especially close relationship. I just watch and see if anyone comes to me. I wonder if strict rules and arrogant attitudes about LDS temple marriage will finally do it for my brother. How must they feel when they hear words like Elder Nelson's? "We may choose celestial marriage or lesser alternatives. Some marital options are cheap, some are costly, and some are cunningly crafted by the adversary. Beware of his options; they always breed misery!"
No matter what happens, I sincerely hope that he and his new wife have a long and happy life together. If they do eventually make it to the temple, if that helps them stay together through the vicissitudes of life, then I will only be happy for them.
One final thing. I am not a strong proponent for gay marriage, but I think there could be a fair amount of hypocrisy (correct word?) in the way some Mormons (like my parents) believe non-LDS weddings are so pitifully inferior to LDS Celestial Marriage. But they turn around and are vocal and financially supportive of legislation designed to limit a certain class of people from obtaining even a non-LDS legal marriage license. They want to wall-up the Justice of the Peace even as they struggle to respect anything that isn't Celestial. They already believe in a caste system, and they want to extend it with a passion.
Celestial marriage.
Terrestrial marriage.
Telestial ____?
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