Well, sort of.
The wedding was uncommon for a number of reasons. It was on a Sunday, because the bride and groom wanted to celebrate their love on a day when they normally celebrate their faith. It was in the morning, because they are breakfast people and wanted the reception to be a brunch. It was vintage, because they like old stuff and are into repurposing.
It was really cool and quirky and creative. Uniquely beautiful–as is the couple.
One of the main decorative attractions of the reception was a custom built cup holder on which they placed over 100 unique, vintage cups and mugs. Collected at antique shops, garage sales and classic boutiques, this was an eclectic celebration of the art and joy of coffee.
The hook was that wedding guests were to pick one, use it at the coffee bar during the reception, and then take it home as their gift-reminder of the special day.
As I helped unpack the cups and set up the display, I took a bit of a nostalgic walk through my own past. You see, my mother was a coffee fiend. She had a collection of mugs that could have taken up a wing at the Louvre. I remembered her joy in that first cup—then pot!—of coffee each day. Many of the cups were replicas of ones I had seen Mom sip from over the years.
But as I unwrapped one of the mugs I knew I had to have it! I literally wanted to go hide it at that moment. After all, I was paying for the wedding so I should get the mug I wanted! (That was my Steve Martin, Father of the Bride moment.)
It was an old-fashioned Krispy Kreme mug–one of those thick, heavy, diner-style jobs that nearly called for a fork lift to get a sip. I had visions of my early morning reading with that mug in my hand sipping my Seattle’s Best. It had to be mine!
Thankfully, sanity returned and I hesitantly placed the mug among its counterparts in the beautiful display. With a deep sigh I knew I wouldn’t be the only guy there wanting that mug. I figured there was no chance with all my duties at the wedding that I would get to the mug display in time to capture this magnificent coffee urn.
Enter my big sister.
Prior to the festivities, I was visiting with my extended family and we were all gushing over the beautiful things Lauren and Chase had chosen and created for the reception. I referenced the cup display and wistfully mentioned my dream mug.
After the beautiful ceremony and all the bridal pictures, my wife and I made our way to the reception. There, gleaming handsomely at my sister’s table was the mug. Smiling triumphantly like a hunter after a successful safari, she said: “I got you the mug.”
I had been mugged!
You’ve been mugged when you receive a small reminder of the wonder, beauty and creativity of life in the midst of the mundane, ordinary and normal of living.
The gift of a memory.
My wife woke the other morning with a “God-thought” resonating in her sleepy brain. “The little things are the big things.” The impression she had was, the smaller things in life that we often grudgingly do as if they are insignificant are the things that matter most in the long-run.
So much of life is routine. Daily repetitions of small things. But the sum of those small things is the bottom line of the life we are given.
Living is a series of “insignificants” that when seen as chapters end up being the book of life.
Once in a while those smaller moments are interrupted by huge happenings. Events that shape the story and add sizzle to the plotline. But generally life is like the great Lego creations my grandsons and I are famous for–built one little, seemingly irrelevant block at a time.
I honestly wish it were different. I love big stuff. Colorful events, colossal undertakings, massive celebrations. I am a kind of big deal-er.
However, an honest look at life as it is demonstrates that the small stuff, well sweated, creates impact, builds influence and shapes identity. Daily creates destiny.
Look at just a smattering of Scripture on how important the small stuff is:
- “His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’” (Matthew 25:21).
- “Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much, and whoever is dishonest with very little will also be dishonest with much.” (Luke 16:10)
- “And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.” (Colossians 3:17)
It is the tiny gifts in those tedious moments that help you remember all that God is doing over the long-haul journey called life.
Paul told his favorites at Philippi, “I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 1:3-6)
He had been mugged! He remembered! The friendship, love and connection Paul had with this church served as a daily reminder of what God had done and would continue to do.
You know you’ve been mugged when:
- A simple little prayer gets a real big answer.
- An insignificant desire gets meaningfully fulfilled.
- A trivial dream comes true in a powerful way.
- A hope deferred finally becomes a longing realized.
Today, as I sat on my couch, flipped open Facebook and noticed my daughter (just returned from the honeymoon) had changed her last name…I sipped good coffee from my KKD cup and reflected on how blessed I am.
My baby girl is now married to her best friend. I gained a good son. A new Kingdom family is underway with potential to express the Shalom-life of God in our troubled world. Their future is open and bright before them.
And because I got mugged at my daughter’s wedding, I will always remember to pray for the potential that happy-beautiful day held to be consummated.