How can we minister to hurting people in a fallen world if we’re not willing to get real about our own issues?
To prove that I am a woman of my word, I’m going to share an unflattering story about some pettiness I had going on Thursday night at the PTRC banquet.
I was covering the event for the paper, and our church was a table sponsor, so Zac and I turned it into a mini date night.
The dress code was described on the tickets as business casual.
I don’t make it a habit of picking out Zac’s clothes for him, but I did ask him to wear one of his church shirts.
I was floored when he came into the office that afternoon to pick me up.
“You’re wearing shorts,” I sputtered.
Granted, these were khaki shorts, not cut-offs that he wears when cutting grass. He had also matched them appropriately with a short-sleeve green dress shirt.
However, Zac’s happy-go-lucky demeanor already makes him seem to be a lot younger than he is. The shorts just made him look an overgrown 12-year-old.
I had expected and would have very much preferred my date for the evening to be in big boy pants.
The discussion over the shorts got more heated as we made our way to the banquet.
“I only have one pair of clean pants left. If I had worn them, I wouldn’t have had any for work tomorrow.”
Since I am responsible for the laundry in our house, this was obviously an attempt to push his fashion faux pas off on me.
“Where are all your pants? I washed everything the last time I did laundry!”
“Well, they’re not in my closet. I guess they went missing.”
Our night out together was off to a rocky start, and we hadn’t even made it to the parking lot yet.
Although I dropped the issue once we were inside the building, Zac spent most of the night scanning the crowd for someone less dressed up than he was just to prove me wrong. Unfortunately for him, none of the other guys there were comfortable enough in their manhood to sport their shorts.
“What can I say? I’m a trendsetter, baby,” he said jokingly at the end of the night.
I now realize that I was much snootier to him than the situation warranted.
Zac’s attire was perfectly appropriate. Even Jenny said so.
Besides, the purpose of the PTRC banquet was not to see or be seen. It was to remind us that women in our community of all ages experience unplanned pregnancies every day.
The reasons some choose abortion are varied, but simply asking them to choose life or threatening them with hell if they don’t doesn’t do them any good.
They need somone to support them long after they have made their decision. That’s why ministries like PTRC exist.
My own experience at the banquet also made me understand on a small scale what good Christian girls like Candy Gibbs go through when they get pregnant out of wedlock.
“What will people think?” is a question that holds more power over some of us than we care to admit.
We would rather keep up appearances than allow others to see how messy are lives are.
I found it interesting that Gibbs quoted James 5:16 — “Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed.”
Gibbs said that when we do this, the enemy can no longer blackmail us because our secret is out.
I wonder how many of us would find healing and help others find theirs as well if we were willing to wear our hearts on our sleeves like that.
In my case, I’m afraid some shorts of my own to wear to next year’s banquet might be necessary.