Folly and Shame?

“Alright then, it’s time we start planning the wedding, right Marsha?”

“Right, Bob.”

Marsha and Bob had gotten engaged two weeks before, and the wedding would be in another two weeks. The two started planning it out.

“Now then, Marsha, do you want it inside or outside?”

“Well, I—“

“...outside, duh! Of course, you want it outside! What girl doesn’t want her wedding outdoors?”

Marsha just sat there, silent. How pushy of Bob!

“And do you want cake? Of course. A giant, four-layer vanilla cake with white frosting with little figures on top that creepily look exactly like us and cost at least a couple thousand dollars. Alright then, and do you want flowers? Roses. You know what? I think I know everything you want, so I’ll just set it all up myself. You can just relax, honey. Everything is under control.”

Marsha just sighed and rested while Bob was running around writing down information and making phone calls. Then, it finally came to the wedding. She started walking down the aisle with her mother’s wedding dress on that Bob, of course, ASSUMED she wanted to use like every other girl, with flowers in her hair. She was almost to the front, and then it started raining.

Everyone was panicking and running for cover. The wedding was ruined! Bob ran up to Marsha to protect her. “Oh, Marsha, I’m so sorry! Your perfect dream wedding was ruined!”

“Actually,” said Marsha, “I just wanted to elope.”

To answer before listening, that is folly and shame. Proverbs 18:13 NIV