At a wedding, the bride is supposed to be upstage. The white dress. The shimmers or silks. The curls or swirled do. The make up, the lipstick, the crowning glory.
It dawned on me this week that I may be upstaged. That someone's dress may steal the talk of the ceremony. That one girls' hair may be more intricate. That one persons shoes will surely outspeak mine.
To admit my reaction is embarrassing. I look at my self through the naked eye and feel and hear my own head and heart reactions. And yet I picture my friends stealing the look of every male eye. And my sister stunning and glamourous. And bridesmaids so flowy and lovely.
And then... there's me. Just a white dress. Just looking like... me. Nothing unique, nothing interesting. Nothing but one more fashion version of a white dress.
I'm ashamed of my thoughts and can't believe such trendles of conciet flowed through my mind.
The embarrassment of such perversion raised my consciousness.
And then, a new thought came to my mind.
The wedding isn't about who is upstaged. The wedding is about Who is Upstage. Is God glorified? Is God the center? Is God the one that is noticed, glorified, honored, praised?
A white dress will box or ruin. A photo will last fifty years. A conversation will last a night, or a memory. But Christ glorified will last eternity. God praised will carry forevermore.
In the day, in every part of the wedding, the marriage, the union, the gathering, may God be praised. May He be Upstage.
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