Tonight we played a game at our elder meeting where each of us had to answer a secret question on paper. The papers were gathered and redistributed and then read aloud to the group and we had to guess who went with each answer. It turns out every person had the same question: "What is your most embarrassing moment?" I was quickly reminded of an incident that took place almost 4 years ago on Halloween in 2006. I blogged about this long ago but I've since abandoned that blog platform so I thought I'd share it again here.
October 31, 2006
This morning I had to run to the store to pick up some eggs and other morning necessities. I took Olivia with me for some "Daddytime" and headed out to Wal-Mart. Walking in we noticed that most of the workers were in costume for Halloween. There is something about wearing costumes that brings people out of their shells and even though it was only 7:30 a.m. the store was rocking and in good spirits.
Since we were there on important breakfast business we headed straight for the toy section! As of late I rarely purchase toys but I love to look with the idea that if I were to happen on something amazing I could scrape together the change and purchase it. Today was one of those rare days. I found the coolest 12" tall Marvel Icons Hulk figure that is amazingly sculpted. He is a true work of art with magnificent detail, But THAT is a completely different story. Come by the office if you would like to see him or check my flickr site pretty soon.
Back to the real story. So as we're walking through the store I'm interacting with the workers and complimenting them on their costumes. I decided to check out the DVDs since today is new release Tuesday. (Again, these types of activities are window shopping for me but my birthday is coming soon so every opportunity in a toy/movie/music/book store with only one child to manage becomes a reconnaissance mission.) So I head into the movies and as I'm walking in I see an older gentleman dressed all in black as a sheriff and comment on his costume and how cool it is. This sparks a smile in him and he thanks me as he continues to stock the shelves.
I finally make it over to the new releases and as I am scanning the racks and talking to Olivia an older woman walks by in the coolest zombie make-up I've ever seen. I comment "Nice make-up." As these words are leaving my mouth time seems to slow down to a stand still. Have you ever had one of those moments where as you were speaking you could hear the words coming out but had no power to stop them? It's almost as if you're watching each word spell itself out of your mouth in slow motion and then watching the letters string themselves together as words like popcorn on thread around a Christmas tree. The words arch and tumble slowly through the air until they reach their destinations and shrink to fit into ears letter by letter.
That's exactly how I felt. The synapses in my brain were firing like lightning as my eyes absorbed the whole scene and began to process the picture before them. I realize that even though this woman's face was various shades of green and blue bruises with dark black-grape circles under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose these were the ONLY elements out of place. She was wearing comfortable clothing with a Wal-Mart vest over it. No creepy costume or weird shoes. Immediately my heart leapt into my throat as I realized the mistake I'd made. I continued to pass her and thought: "Maybe she didn't hear me. I'll just keep walking" All the while my senses began to overload as all of the lights, sounds and movements of the store began flooding into my brain. in the midst of this chaos I heard a voice asking: "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
My knees began to feel weak as I realized she heard my statement.
"Oh Honey... Did you say nice make-up?" she asked. "I wish this were make up. I fell down the stairs and got hurt. I was in the hospital for weeks and my doctor said that if I hadn't been on my medication the fall would have probably killed me."
I was caught. I had no other recourse but to acknowledge my error. immediately I stopped and turned to face her and began to apologize for my idiocy.
"Oh it's alright, honey. You had no way of knowing/" She said with a warm smile that almost seemed gruesome given the rest of her appearance. "I guess this is the best time of year that could have happened."
It turns out that she had a concussion as a result of smacking face-first into the ground at the end of her fall.
Once I talked with her for a while and apologized a few more times I politely said goodbye and headed to the safety of the dairy aisle.
This whole encounter got me to thinking how this woman had given me a huge blessing by stopping me to talk about her experience. She could have let me go and ignored me. If so I would have have carried the weight of my mistake in the pit of my stomach all day long. My only thought for the day would have been that I screwed up and how some woman was probably afraid to go to work tomorrow and so very sad because of my stupidity.
Her reaction could have been one of anger. She could have embarrassed me even more by drawing attention to my mistake and how insensitive it was for me to assume that she was in costume on Halloween. The result would have been much the same with me feeling a lot of guilt and possibly some anger towards her lashing out at my honest mistake. As a result, all future interactions with strangers on my part could have suffered. This one incident could hinder my ability reach out or try to interact with strangers or speak out into the world.
instead the woman extended grace to me. I probably deserved to be called out. She had every right to be offended but instead she engaged me in conversation and defused the situation to let me off the hook. Still I am embarrassed and a tad bit ashamed at my assumption but ultimately my encounter with this woman is a positive one. It also gives me hope. Since this is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me in a lifetime it might be a while before I top it.
It also is a perfect picture of how God operates where we're concerned. We deserve death and shame for our mistakes but ultimately Jesus extends grace to us. He spares us the shame and embarrassment we deserve by stopping us along the path and engaging us in a conversation even when we avoid it or cower because of what we've done. I'm so glad that God is all good and wants the best for me and that he can even use Halloween to remind me.
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