Last week I wrote a post about not lying to your dry-cleaner. This is the rest of the story:
As it turns out there are some real practical reasons to not lie to your dry-cleaner. She asked me if my pants were fitting tight because of a small tear in the pocket. I replied that they weren’t getting tight at all. In reality, these pants were a little too small.
On Saturday I was honored to officiate the wedding ceremony for some of my really good friends. The wedding was perfect. The reception was a blast. Towards the end of the reception I was out shredding on the dance floor when the groom and I started joking around and dancing together. I went to dip the groom, and that’s when I felt it, my slacks shredding apart at the seam. I instantly knew what had happened. If only I had humbled up and asked my dry-cleaner to take my pants out a little, I wouldn’t have been standing on the dance floor totally exposed to the world.
With my face beat red I got my coat, grabbed my wife and said my goodbyes. Thankfully it was dark in the reception and no one saw this all go down. I know it seems silly and elementary, but I think I needed my pants to rip to be sorry for what I did. What really happened is that my lie was exposed; my ego was brought down to size and all well with the world.
Think about it though. Sometimes the reality of who you are needs to be exposed. I’ve seen ministry leaders crack because they are bottling up who they really are or what they’ve done. I’ve seen people living in sin, working in vocational ministry get exposed. It is messy, hurtful for a ton of people, but the healthiest thing that can possibly happen. My little fiasco of lying then being exposed is a good reminder that healing comes in the midst of openness and exposure.
Some of the most healing conversations I have with my wife are when I start out by saying, “Can I just be honest and selfish about something?” “I know this sounds horrible but this is what I really feel or think.”
When was the last time you voluntarily exposed what you really think or who you really are to someone safe?
This isn’t just about the seat of my pants being blown out on a dance floor. This is about being open about who you really are, being vulnerable with someone who loves you and confessing the junk that brings hurt and shame.
May you find peace and healing in confession.Share