Greetings!
Man, I've had a lot of embarrassing moments in the few years I've lived on this planet, and looking back at those times, it’s all about regret. But there’s one thing that helps cover that regret: laughter. Yes, that's what helps in moving past embarrassing moments.
Some time ago, during one of those school holidays, I was at home. I am very prone to catarrh (a runny nose); in fact, it's usually the only ailment that comes my way year after year. During that particular holiday, I was severely attacked by it. While at home, I had the privilege of being involved in church activities like preaching on the pulpit and other duties.
I remember one particular Wednesday when I was scheduled to preach for a service. I was suffering from catarrh. Early that morning, I took some medicine to relieve the symptoms before evening (the time of the service), but it was in vain. The catarrh was stubbornly relentless. An hour before church, I still felt no relief; in fact, it seemed to have intensified. I thought about calling the pastor to explain my situation, but my instinct countered that thought. It seemed impromptu, and besides, I felt I should apply faith and proceed with the assignment, despite my condition. After all, it was God’s work I was going to do, and I believed God could put a stop to anything. So, I decided to carry on with the assignment.
My people, as soon as I mounted the pulpit, it was as if the devil himself had taken charge of the tap to my nose.
My nose began to run like a rushing tap, and I started sweating, constantly wiping my nose with a handkerchief while preaching into the microphone. I could see drops falling from my nose, and I was desperately using my left hand to try to stop them from hitting the pulpit. It was so embarrassing! The people sitting in front of me could clearly see my struggles, and I felt incredibly uncomfortable.
Throughout the sermon, I was just hoping for time to speed up so I could close the message and leave, because with the way I was struggling, I feared I might lose track of my sermon outline. But thank God, I managed to stay on track and deliver the message well. Even amidst the struggle, I never let myself think that God had forsaken me or that His message wouldn’t reach the people. I stayed focused and confident.
Guess what? About 20 minutes before the end of the sermon, the discomfort vanished. I didn’t even notice that I had stopped struggling or that I no longer needed the handkerchief until I was done with the assignment. That day was so embarrassing. Imagine if my crush had been in the church that day, watching me go through such an awkward moment! That would have been so humiliating.
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