Being the kind of individual that I am, there is a wealth of embarrassing stories from whence I may select one in particular. I've experienced everything from passing gas very loudly in a Bible class to accidentally belching in the face of a young lady to leading a hymn that I incorrectly assumed everyone in the congregation would be familiar with. However, one wacky story stands above all the rest. That story is still vivid from my childhood, and I shall name it my "Head Over Heals For a Hare" story. Without further... stuff, let us commence!
The story begins with young (7 or 8 year old) me at a wonderful place called Silver Dollar City. I was there with my nuclear family and my mother's parents. We were having a jolly day, cruising around the park and enjoying every aspect of the wholesome environment. After we had already been there for some time, we decided to pay a pleasant visit to the petting zoo area. It was a roughly 30' by 30' enclosed parameter with small goats, large rabbits, and other critters roaming around. We were all having fun playing with the mild animals, and I was especially enthralled with the young rabbits that I got to hold. After several minutes of holding one in my lap whilst sitting upon a wooden bench, I decided to see if I could make an exchange for a new young rabbit to hold. So, I walked unto a 4' by 4' square, wooden, open-topped arena in which the young rabbits were kept. The problem that I encountered was that the arena's wooden walls were a few feet high, and I was not all of the six feet that I am currently. Despite this obstacle, I was able to gently place the rabbit that I already had back onto the floor of the arena. However, I had serious trouble while trying to pick up another one, for they all retreated to the far side of the arena. I didn't give up. I kept at it, standing on severely tipped toes and reaching my upper body as far as I dare over the wall. Just when my little fingers were about to reach one of the precious creatures, my feet left the ground as my entire body flipped over the wall and my head and arms fell to the bottom of the arena where all the rabbits were. My hair was likely in a pile of rabbit scat, and I had an interesting upside-down view of all the creatures curiously evaluating my presence. I knew that many eyes were upon my feet that stuck out about a foot over the wall of the arena, for there were many people at the park that day, not just my family. For a couple of seconds I remained in my unnatural state before I felt a firm grasp upon my ankles. Before I knew what was happening, I began slowly rising out of the rabbit pen. Once my head rose above the wall, I could see that a rather unremarkable man (probably an employee of the park) had a hold of an ankle of mine and had nonchalantly lifted me out of the pen. From my new aerial position, hanging upside-down in the center of the area, I turned my red face and observed numerous shocked (yet humored) faces staring right at me. In fact, I even made awkward eye contact with my grandmother. Anyways, I felt absolutely terrible for a good while after that event. It took all my will power to refrain from breaking down in tears. It was that sort of embarrassment that makes you want to hid from everyone, but I was in a busy theme park, so that wasn't an option. I eventually got over it and enjoyed the remaining time with my family at the park. So, yeah, that's a traumatic, embarrassing story that I am comfortable with sharing. I hope you enjoyed it. If you didn't, you should get that checked out.
Before I wrap this up, I feel inclined to say a thing or two about pride. Without saying a lot and referencing the vast number of Scriptures that apply, let me say that pride can be a very dangerous thing, to the Christian and non-Christian alike. Pride comes before the fall, and we all sometimes need to be reminded that we are mortal, limited in ability, and often make silly mistakes. While there are some things that we can justly be proud of, the usual sort of pride is one that is deceptively self-elevating and contradicts the mindset of Christ, which every Christian aims to possess. Let's try to be thankful unto God for the times that He humbles us. Furthermore, let us live a life such that we boast only in our Savior Jesus Christ. Bless His name forever. Peace!
Superbly,
SmoothJazz
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