A few weeks ago I attended a pastor's conference. The speaker, in a nutshell, was talking about the fact that because of the grace of Christ, we do not have to try to cover up our shame. As the speaker was talking, I was eating a chocolate bar that was provided by the conference host. Unfortunately (and as is typical of me), I unknowingly got chocolate on my arm, which I then proceeded to smear onto my shirt (another reason why I enjoy wearing dark colors...I'm a slob).
This course of events led to a predicament. I am at a pastors conference and I want to make a good impression. I even wore a collared shirt, so you know I'm serious...but now I have chocolate smeared on the front of my shirt. Feeling ashamed, I moved my name tag from my chest to my belly so as to cover the chocolate smear.
Irony at it's finest!
