The news this past week has been all about the royal wedding so I’m going to jump on the bandwagon. Sort of. Yes. I stayed up all night to watch the prelude and then the actual event. I have to say that it gave me hope that some of the divisiveness in this world can be tamed.

As the bride and groom stood outside on the chapel steps for their now famous kiss, it was amazing, astonishing, and totally awesome to see the rest of the royal family arrayed in the background with a black woman. That image warmed my soul. The group wasn’t as integrated as say my white, Catholic, military-brat granddaughter’s birthday party. Her guests were a gay couple, a Muslim couple, a Hindu couple, a black couple, two Mormons, and us white Methodists, but it was a start. I hope I can live to see the day when none of that is astonishing at all. A day when it is simply a mother of the bride or 15 party guests. Nothing to see here.