I just heard on the radio that today is National Handwriting Day. I saw that double back flip you just did. I was about as excited at this news as you. It seems as though each day has its own list of observances either genuine or silly depending on one's view. Did you know this past Monday was National Blue Jean Day? Before you ask, yes, I did wear blue jeans to work. It was me either trying to be trendy or an excuse to not wear dress slacks. Take your pick.
When I arrived at work, there were at least three other people in jeans. They got the memo! I exchanged pleasantries with our office manager and commended him on his blue jeans and the observance. We parted company and got about our tasks.
There are days when I am convinced God needs to laugh or needs us to stay humble. In either case, I usually discover I am taking myself way too seriously. God sees it to. Just remember, on our darkest day or most absurd day, God always provides a respite for us. There is saving grace through God and Jesus and they delivered it to me on Monday. As I walked around the sanctuary praying and visualizing each congregant, it happened.
My left foot landed and it felt as though something was under my shoe. There was.
(Undie photo debacle recreated to avoid embarrassment)
I immediately recognized an item falling out of my pant leg. It was a pair of my underwear. When I grabbed the jeans out of the closet and pulled them on, I never felt the extra skivvies at any time. The wonder of clothes dryer static cling was alive and well. In a millisecond, I glanced around the sanctuary to see if anyone was watching and discreetly reached down to remove the unwelcomed tag along.
If I had looked in a mirror, my face was probably a deep shade of red. In my haste to be trendy and hip, I hadn't considered the possibility of a pair of my gutchies waiting to surprise me. The upside of this account is that these didn't appear in the middle of a store, or in a bank, or in another church office, or while I was walking down the street. I can just hear it now, "Sir, sir, you left something here in the aisle." I would have been saying something like, "Oh those aren't mine, I wear tightie whities."
Do Not Love the World
"Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For everything in the world—the cravings of sinful man, the lust of his eyes and the boasting of what he has and does—comes not from the Father but from the world. The world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever." (1 John 2:15-17, NIV)
As believers in Jesus Christ, we by nature are counter-cultural misfits. We don't fit in this world well; because our soul is longing for another home eternal and firm in heaven. While we are here on this earth, we are away from that for which we long. Trying to fit in and appear trendy and hip really are the best ways to express our humanness but lack the deep spiritual connections our hearts need the most. We truly are aliens in a foreign land.
When we embrace worldly things and mannerisms, we end up looking....well, WORLDLY! When we choose a less than trendy lifestyle, we are in the process of detaching ourselves from this world as we anticipate that which is to come. The last thing I need is to be trending and or trendy. I desire to become more godly and holy with each passing day. I love the verse in Galatians 4:19 where Paul said, "My dear children, for whom I am again in the pains of childbirth until Christ is formed in you," Paul understood the process which must occur within each of us as we become less and Christ becomes more. It is also the same thing John the Baptist mentioned in his ministry (John 3:30)
I desire to become more Christlike and less worldly looking with each new day. Some days it requires a readjustment of my internal compass. On some days, the needle points too much toward Randy and not fully toward the Lord. Cue the extra pair of underwear to appear in 3...2...1...