I’m sitting in a commencement for the college my son attends. It’s a small college, humble even. The ceremony is being held in the fieldhouse, with overflow seating in the adjoining gym. And yet, the sense of pride and satisfaction, of spirit and purpose present here could easily rival that of any commencement or graduation anywhere in the country.
Ceremonies mark significant events in the lives of the participants. They provide closure for some and springboards for others. And while the style is dictated by the culture, thr substance is universal.
Ceremonies are held to celebrate not the trivial or ordinary but the monentous and extraordinary, at least in the lives of the celebratants. And I am honored to be invited to participate in ceremonies, whenever and where ever they occur.