Dear Friends,

Yes, I got those wedding cake blues. Yes, I really got a big time case of the wedding cake blues.

You see, over the years my wife and I have attended weddings. We know the rituals, the drills, the photos, the ceremony, the reception, the videos, the bride, the groom, the music, the bible boy and the flower girl, the best
man and the maid of honor, etc. etc. etc. etc.

But it never fails. Yes, they have a cake there. It is a beautiful cake. The couple cuts the cake. The couple eats the cake.

But . . . . . if you want a piece of the cake . . . the very large cake . . . the very expensive cake . . . the very, well I wouldn't know if it is a delicious cake . . . good luck cream puff. This cake is made to look at not to eat. I can-
not tell you how many weddings I have been to where the cake is never served. It sits in all its uneaten glory. I guess the couple packs it up in an oversized suitcase and nipples on it during the honeymoon. I am glad some-
body is enjoying it.

For instance, a couple of weeks ago, I gave the sermon at a wedding down in Manila. After the pictures, we proceeded to a nice hotel and we had a wonderful dinner. I saw the cake right away and I decided right then and
there that I was going to get a piece of that cake no matter what.

I took this picture of the couple cutting the cake. It was big. It was pink. I wanted to taste it. But . . . . was it served to the guests? Noooooooo way Jose. The ten million sugary calories stood there like the Rock of Gibraltar,
defying the forks of one and all to conquer its bulwarks.

After the reception I was talking with some of the guests and I knew my moment had arrived. I had saved my fork. I had saved a plate. I had saved a knife. I casually strolled over to the cake. Managed to cut a piece and went back to my chair to finally eat it. To finally sing the last stanza of those wedding cake blues.

And the verdict . . . well let's just say just as children should be seen and not heard, wedding cakes are meant to be seen and not eaten. The frosting was a foot thick and acted more as a cement to support the structure. It was like a thick bar of sugary strawberry candy than frosting. I took a few bites. My curiosity was fulfilled and I walked out the door with a smile on my face.

The big moral lesson? The things we covet are almost always not worth it. "Thou shalt not covet." End of story. And the end of the Wedding Cake blues.