All of us have had our fair share of embarrassing moments. And some of these moments live with us the rest of our lives. Some good news here though: typically, no one remembers these embarrassments – except us.
I’m particularly gifted in this area. I’ve had many embarrassing moments. But the one I’m about to share was remembered by a fellow high school classmate, who evidently felt compelled to remind everyone else about it at our 44th high school reunion.
“Hey, do you remember that time in 11th grade health class when we were watching that Emergency Childbirth movie – and Bob fainted? Fell flat on his face on the floor. Out cold.”
“Really Steve? Had bring that up?” I’m sure he was the only one – besides me – who had remembered that mortifying moment on that long past day – until the reunion. Steve fixed that. Now everybody remembered – and laughed – except me!
Now I have two memories that will go with me to the grave, the original event, and now the reunion announcement. “Thank you Steve.”
Two thousand years ago somebody else was in the midst of another childbirth projection, but this one not on celluloid, but on the big screen of one’s brain. In that instance, an angel had appeared to a mid-teenage virgin who should’ve passed out, but didn’t. Please come this Sunday as we kick off our Christmas sermon series to hear the rest of this story.
