Saturday, February 04, 2012

There Are Days It's Good Not To Be Me

Upon conversing with my sweet friend today, a memory surfaced that brought both of us again to a gut cramping laughter. It was traumatic enough to blog about in my past failure of a I thought I would re-post it here and share it with you.

One morning my family and I were invited to a church by our family babysitter and dear friend, Marli. She was going to do a dance performance, which I have to say, was expressive and emotional enough to bring me to tears. She is Psalms with feet...

It was a good service with a sermon that spoke volumes on loving when we don't feel like it and being committed to this way of Jesus was. He broke bread, his last meal, with someone who would betray him to his death. He broke bread with someone who would deny his name three times and he washed their feet with unending love for them. That's love......when you do it when others don't deserve it and expecting nothing in return.

And on this particular morning, I would join the ranks of not deserving anyone to be kind to me.

The service ended, and I was relieved as we did not put our sweet young things in childcare as they had proven to be a challenge during the sermon. We walked out to the lobby where people were chatting. Realizing we were new faces, a nice young man walked up to our family and introduced himself as Scott.

In retrospect, I would have advised Scott to seriously reconsider approaching us for a nice chat.

My husband and he started to converse and because they were men, it
inevitably came around to inquiring as to what each other did professionally. Scott stated he was the owner of a software company and Steve asked what the name of it was. Scott just stood there.......pause, pause....even a longer pause. It was as if he had been asked the square root of 1,00,031. It became obvious that he had heard Steve's question but seemed to not remember his own company's name.

Eventually, after an awkward amount of time passed equivalent to the amount of time needed for Jesus to come back, Scott verbally produced the name of his company. Thinking this was weird, and kind of funny, I say "
Geesh ! It took you THAT LONG to remember your own company's name?!" All of you that know me well, know that I am capable of just being straight forward but with an endearing smile on my face.....but nonetheless painfully direct. Scott then looks at me and says "Oh, I have a s-s-stuttering problem and sometimes the easiest things refuse to come out."

I look around.....desperately longing to be someone and somewhere else. Trading places with the ant dying under the sole of my shoe would have sufficed at this moment. I would have given my life savings for a vacuum that could suck back memories and words from an life savings, I tell you.

Socially, there was no hope for me with Scott so I quickly excused my 90 week pregnant self and our attention grabbing triplet stroller to go talk with Marli purely for damage control reasons...although, I will readily admit to not having a whole lot left to damage.

With my departure, a look of pure relief came over Steve's face.

When our whole family was neatly tucked back in our van and ready to leave, Steve gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared straight ahead and said, " A stuttering problem?? Holy cow Thea, REALLY? I seriously can't take you anywhere." And again, a chastisement that should have reduced me to a puddle of shameful tears rendered me drowning in a wave of laughter void of any muscle control nor oxygen. Poor Steve.

Let me stop right here and give you some insight with Steve and I. First of all, he is still in his learning curve, after 17 yrs. of marriage, regarding what he really got himself into when he married me. Also, the two
most frequent phrases he speaks with utter sincerity to me are:

1) Are you normal?

2) NO YOU DIDN"T!!! (Oh, yes I did sweet man.)

But I know, in secret, he has admitted that he loves this about me. I am the social canary in the coal mine to him....because I say and do what he would love to. He stands in awe half the time that I actually live to tell about it. I think he is dumbfounded that we still have the amazing amount of friends that we do.

Well, how does anyone end a story like this? ....except just to say that we all lived happily ever after; we survived to tell about it and we will never go to that church again.

Th-th-th-that's all folks!

1 comment:

  1. I never knew that you blogged about this story in the first place!! Haha! I'm so sorry that you can never enter my church again! I am blessed by your encouragement with that dance. Lately I have been feeling Jesus inviting me into dance again, so it was really cool to read this now.