Over the weekend, I accomplished Task #4 in the battle of the UNs…Celebrate the Happiness of Someone Else. While doing so….enter stage right…a life lesson called Beautiful Intrusions.
To celebrate the happiness of someone else, I planned to crash a wedding on Friday night and attend a wedding that I was formally invited to on Saturday. Friday night was an epic fail but Saturday was the real deal…
The Wedding Cake: Slice me! Eat Me! Smash me in someone’s face!
As if the wedding cake wasn’t enough to give every guest a giant sugar rush, a tradition in this part of the country is to have a cookie buffet at wedding receptions. The family of the bride and groom made home-made cookies….enough for every guest to eat several hundred dozen. Sugar + open bar + a DJ not afraid to play Thriller and the Village People’s YMCA absolutely made the UNs temporarily disappear.
During the wedding service, the preacher mentioned something about Beautiful Intrusions. He said that in a Christian marriage, God intrudes into your human relationship. I thought about this statement and decided that it’s true. Sometimes God is invited to intrude into our lives and sometime’s not, but each time He enters the picture, the intrusion is beautiful whether we immediately realize it or not.
The day after the wedding, my dad, sister, aunt, uncle, and I went to the graveyard together to visit my mom’s resting place. It was the first time I had been there since her death in March.
Standing above my mother’s grave…seeing her name perpetually inscribed on the surface of a stone…I remembered what the preacher said during the wedding about Beautiful Intrusions.
At the end of a life, God forcefully intrudes. He takes someone away from our grasp. Sorrow runs deep. It seems impossible to see any beauty in the icy feelings of reality…a life alone without the person we love.
So, as the five of us stood at the cemetery, watering flowers and feeling the intensity of our own pain and loss…I thought…but what about her? Where did she go? Did her tiny ship lower its anchor in a more beautiful place like I wrote about on the day she died? Is the pain of her long illness gone? Can she hear music more lovely than Thriller and the YMCA? Is she…could she be…is it an impossible concept to believe that she is looking down on us and is…happy?
If the answer to any or all of those questions is yes…then at that very moment…as I processed the reality of seeing her name and date on that stone…I quietly and tearfully celebrated the happiness of someone else…in the truest and most emotionally difficult sense possible.
Task #4, I declare you complete.
Have there been any Beautiful Intrusions in your own life?