Danger: Don't rock the boat

I have news.

So, Tim and I had in mind a courthouse wedding. A quick speaking-of-the-vows for a local magistrate, with no hoopla.

But a friend thoughtfully suggested an equally quick ceremony at our very own church, by a pastor who would be more inclined to view the sacred ceremony of matrimony as a prayerful sacrament.

Good idea.

We called up our favorite pastor, and started to plan.

But, we had to meet with the Powers within the Church, who would offer us Holy Pre-Marital counseling, albeit at an accelerated pace. Usually, they like a good four months of counsel prior to a church wedding. They said that an exception would be made for us, allowing us to complete the process after our marriage. We went in yesterday to talk to a pastor about our romance, our riveting sex life, and our previous marriages.

And today we got a call.

Unfortunately, our church can't marry us, unless we're willing to postpone our marriage for four months.

After answering all those questions about sex, they realized that they've got to turn us away, because, after all, they've got to have standards.
We've known each other for two and a half years, we're both committed Christians, We've dated for a solid year, we've done loads of research and study regarding second marriages and blended families, and we've saved sex for our wedding night. It's not as if this is a shotgun marriage; we've been planning for a year.
If we had been sleeping together, un-biblically divorced, or simply co-habitating, why then the church could marry us. Especially if we were living together with kids, then they'd be in a hurry. But, boy, do things by the Book, and...

I'm not bitter.

Not really.

Just annoyed.

I am not a real enthusiast about modern church, you know. It sure messes with people who just want to live for Jesus.
Our favorite pastor was put in a terrible position because of bureaucracy.
That should not be.
Tim and I are back to plan A.
That should not be, either.
I miss house church.