American author and feminist Alice Walker once said,
“People do not wish to appear foolish; to avoid the appearance of foolishness, they are willing to remain actually fools.”
Let me give you an example. Warning, it’s a bit gross.
The main office restroom at my place of employment has four stalls in it; 3 regular stalls and one handicapped stall (or as I like to call it, “a little slice of heaven”). When you have to go #2 (I warned you), believer or not, you whisper a little prayer to God. “God, I have to go #2. Will you please make the handicapped stall available for me?”
See, the 3 other stalls are small. When you sit down on the toilet your face nearly touches the uncleaned stall door. The person next to you is so close that you could literally reach down and grab his shoe. It’s uncomfortable to say the least.
The handicapped stall, on the other hand, is HUGE. It has it’s own sink, paper towel dispenser, and even it’s own shower! You can relax, read the paper (if that’s your thing) and not have to worry about anybody/anything else while you’re going about your business. When you’re through, you wash your hands using the sink and the soap that is available to you in your stall, the paper towel from your local dispenser, and discard your wet towels into the trash can, all w/o having to leave the huge stall. Once you are through, you are free to leave the stall and exit the restroom.
Problem.
From an outsider’s view, you just took a crap and walked out of the bathroom w/o washing your hands. I’ve struggled with this for a few years now (pretty funny to read, sad to experience). I know that I washed my hands in the handicapped stall, but to everyone else all they see is me walking past the sinks and exiting the restroom. I know that I washed my hands…yet I’m bothered by the fact that everyone else think I didn’t.
I feel the same way in church all the time. If I’m sitting down…should I be standing up? What if I don’t feel like singing? What if somebody sees me not singing. What if I want to step out into the isle and really give it up to God? What if I want to get on my knees? What if somebody looks at me? What if I don’t laugh at the preacher’s joke?
What if I’m having an extremely personal moment with God, but to everyone else it just looks like I’m not interested in the message? This stuff really gets in the way of my worship experience. I try to tell myself not to think about anybody else. But wouldn’t you agree that it’s nearly impossible to do that?
In the end it looks like I didn’t wash my hands.
or
In the end it doesn’t matter what other people think.
You choose.
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