I woke up late this morning. I was supposed to be up at 6am for prayer and prep for an event, and instead woke up at the time of the event. Sheepishly, I must admit that I didn’t want to go, that I would rather have missed it entirely than to arrive late. Perhaps that is what a lot in our congregations feel about coming late to church. Nevertheless, the encouragement of a friend propelled me out of the house and to the prayer breakfast.
Similarly, while at the breakfast there were some technical computer problems. I wondered if I should help, since the presenter did not ask for assistance. I’m not familiar with Vista, but as a past computer tech, I know it probably isn’t much different from what I do know. If I offered, what if I were not help at all? In the end, another person took care of it.
I didn’t realize until later, but there was a common theme between the two. The fear of embarrassment which immobilizes us from helping or offering or doing fulfilling our responsibilities is powerful. And though it is common, it must be addressed in our lives. For me, it must stem from pride, not wanting others to think less of me, and preferring instead to avoid rather than risk and put myself out there.
I already knew that I would arrive late, and it shouldn’t have affected me that other people would know it too.