Ok… so I lost my cup at a church event. It was not just any cup, it was a 20 oz venti cup from starbucks and it’s discontinued and they don’t make this size anymore. I got it from my mom for Christmas.
I was sad. I tried to buy one on e-bay but no luck. No one even had one listed.
I then was at OGN and as I walked up to a starbucks and as I did, I know this sounds stupid, but I felt like God said, “your cup is in there. buy it.” So I walked in to Starbucks and instead of seeing my cup, I saw our teaching pastor, Ed Noble. I thought, “Oh, my cup’s not in here. Ed is.” Anyway, I talked to Ed for a few and then bought some coffee and then as I was about to walk out the door, I remembered the cup thing.
So I searched the shelves and nothing.
But then, on the very back in the bottom shelf, was my venti red cup.
I bought it with great joy and thanked Jesus for helping me get my cup back. I guess God cares about the little stuff that really doesn’t matter to anyone else sometimes.
Anyway…. enter day 4 of camp and it’s gone again.
I search for 45 minutes and figure out that since I told the above story to a group of students, it must have been jacked.
So, I told them that if they stole my cup, they at least owed me a ransom note.
I got a ransom note. It simply read: Matthew 6:19-21.
This is what that says: “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”
So I sent a note back. It simply read: Exodus 20:15.
This is what that says: “You shall not steal”.
This then resulted in them sending me Exodus 20:15 back. So I figured out they wanted to play a stealing game.
So, by now I had figured out who stole it. So while they were sleeping. I stole their cell phones.
I left them a note that read: “Roses are red, Violets are blue, Give me back my cup, and you might get your cell phones too.”
The next day my cup arrived filled with a hazelnut americano.
Here is my cup in all it’s glory. I’m taking it to Uganda now. It will soon be a world traveling cup. Hopefully it will make it back safe and sound with me. I love my cup. I also love jacking with students.
This story always makes me crack up. I love it. And now whenever I go into a Starbucks I look for that cup. Just in case its there. Waiting to be claimed.