Display of true devotion

Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu and his wife Leah celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary by renewing their vows.

It was the sweetest and most beautiful expression of mutual respect and devotion as it materialised yesterday.

“Thank you very much because I wouldn’t be anywhere near what God made me, without you,” Tutu said to Gogo Leah, after their nuptials.

“I owe all that I am to you. God was very good to give you to me … even if you do put up placards that say you are entitled to your own opinion,” he concluded with a good chuckle.

The beloved Arch has the ability to warm even the most hardened of hearts.

Human rights lawyer and theologian Reverend Barney Pityana then fondly recalled how gatherings would occur at the Tutus’ home during the apartheid era.

What he had experienced was a “home of love”. Pityana said he knew the Arch would whisper “sweet nothings” into Gogo Leah’s ears.

He imagined Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 would be read out in the house by Tutu to his treasured Leah.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

What was displayed yesterday at St George’s Cathedral was a great message of respect between two people.

The message yesterday was that this sort of adoration does not have to just occur between two people, but also within society.

Arch Tutu and Gogo Leah showed there is true light and love within the depths of humanity. And when that is found, there is no fear or guilt there. This is what is lacking in society – the bliss to exist.

When your joy is found, do not be afraid, share it with everyone. Realise love is the essence of the universe and you are the source of all delight. Try to feel grateful for your existence, and keep on as the song goes: Smile though your heart is aching.

What is called ultimate love, is seeing the sereneness of another. As Shakespeare wrote: “So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,” “So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

What happened yesterday encompassed this perfectly.

What transpired yesterday, was love.


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