Back when I was in high school, (yes I can actually remember back that far) we used to go “riding around”. In Fort Payne we’d drive through town then cruise around McDonald’s. I suppose that was our Internet back then. That was our way of meeting people. Sometimes people would park in Bargain Town’s (you know you’re old if you remember Bargain Town!) parking lot and just watch people go by. I’m sure we were hoping to catch the eye of some good looking guys.
One night my friend Stacey and I were sitting in the Bargain Town parking lot on the tailgate of her truck. We were chatting it up, and I’m sure we were laughing because, if I must say so myself, we’re hilarious! We were in the middle of one of those rare quiet moments when I hear Stacey grunt in disgust. “What’s the matter?” I ask. What happened next is something I haven’t, and will never forget. Still, to this day, I laugh my butt off just thinking about it.
I look over to see Stacey holding one leg in the air by the ankle. If that wasn’t awkward enough she asks, “Have I started?!” I stared at her, with my jaw on the floor, for what seemed like forever.
Was she serious?! I mean, usually girls would do the “Hey, when I walk by see if there’s ‘anything’ on my pants.” You know, they would be discreet! But not Stacey! After she let me stew in my disbelief for a few seconds, she cracked up laughing so hard that she nearly fell off the tailgate, and I quickly followed suit! We’re (ahem) forty something years old and we still do that to each other today. The only difference is, we can’t get our legs up quite as high.
I’m pretty sure we didn’t ‘pick up’ any guys that night, but that’s ok because we created an everlasting memory. Not to mention, I’m sure we didn’t look so attractive as hard as we were laughing! Here’s a picture of us then, and now!
Stacey and I would both make fools of ourselves to get a laugh out of someone, especially when we’re together! We’re simply blessed with exceptional senses of humor. Not that I would brag or anything.
Here’s what baffles me sometimes. I have the audacity to do some crazy things to make people laugh, but when it comes to witnessing to someone, I get SO nervous! I worry about being rejected, or looking like a fool. Are you kidding me? I’ve made a fool out of myself for way less important things than someone’s soul, and done it over and over again as long as I had an audience! If only I honed my witnessing skills as much as my humor.
Lord, help us all not to worry about how we look, or how people perceive us when we’re doing things for your kingdom. Let us be willing to make fools out of ourselves for something that counts, so we can get just one more for You!
Timothy wasn’t scared! Are you?
So don’t be embarrassed to speak up for our Master or for me, his prisoner. Take your share of suffering for the Message along with the rest of us. We can only keep on going, after all, by the power of God, who first saved us and then called us to this holy work. We had nothing to do with it. It was all his idea, a gift prepared for us in Jesus long before we knew anything about it. But we know it now. Since the appearance of our Savior, nothing could be plainer: death defeated, life vindicated in a steady blaze of light, all through the work of Jesus.
This is the Message I’ve been set apart to proclaim as preacher, emissary, and teacher. It’s also the cause of all this trouble I’m in. But I have no regrets. I couldn’t be more sure of my ground—the One I’ve trusted in can take care of what he’s trusted me to do right to the end. 2 Timothy 1:8-12