most awkward/embarrassing moment of the year
December 12th, 2006
And the winner goes to….none other than yours truly. Pretty sure this is at the top of the list of “if there were such thing as a pre-trib rapture, let it happen now” moments. Let me set it up to protect those around me. For the sake of the story, I am going to call this gentleman “Dave.”
OK, so here it goes. Taryn and I are sitting in our kitchen when the door bell rings. We check it and it is Dave making a call to service something we had called him about. Now, this is the first time Taryn and I had ever met Dave mind you. He walks in and we make small talk while he checks the different things out. Very good conversation. Come to find out Dave is a believer and happens to go to the church next door to us that we attend quite often. He is telling us of the amazing ministry opportunities that the Lord has blessed him with. Conversation ends…and then it happens.
He is walking out the door and realizing that we pray for a living, he asks us the question we get so often, “Can I give you a prayer request.” Now, when Taryn and I hear these words, unless circumstances forbid it, we always ask the person if we can pray right then and there. So we do and Dave says yes. Here is the prayer request:
“My wife and I don’t have any children of our own but we have this girl who has been with us for about 15 years. . She has been having problems. She is really having some problems right now. There are a lot of issues she is dealing with and it is just real hard for us. Could you guys pray? I just got off the phone with my wife and she has been crying all day about it.” “Let’s pray right now,” I say, “what is her name?” “Her name is Kidders.”
So, we go for it. In bullet point form I will illustrate what went on. I start off the prayer:
- Lord, I pray that you would come and encounter Kidders in a miraculous way. Would you reveal Yourself to her and reveal Your Son to her that she may never be the same again.
- Lord, You knit Kidders together in her mothers womb; You know the very number of hairs upon her head. You know her destiny and plans You have for her…encounter her God!
At this time, Taryn starts tapping on my leg, so I know she is amen-ing me like crazy and telling me to keep going with it. So, I do:
- Lord, I pray you would release ministering angels to keep her on the straight and narrow and You would rebuke the devourer from robbing her from her destiny.
- Just as I myself had a bout with drugs and strayed from your Presence and you encountered me, would you break in with a suddenly in Kidder’s life. Change her lifestyle God!!
Taryn really starts tapping then so I press my eyes together harder and ring heaven with my prayers. I will spare you the intensity of where I went.
By this time Taryn is tapping my leg like crazy, which I suddenly realized was very uncharacteristic of her. I wind my prayer down and close. I open my eyes and look to my wife. I notice she is holding back laughter uncontrollably. Her eyes look like they are about to pop out of her head and red blotches are taking over her face. As soon as these words graced the air, my mind collided with reality and it wasn’t pretty. Taryn looks at Dave and says,
“Dave, didn’t you say that Kidders was your cat?”
“Yes,” he replies. “Kidders is my cat.”
Taryn carries the team and starts praying for the cat while I fade away in my mind. I am going over everything I just prayed and wondering how I could have possibly missed what this man had said. How did I not hear the correlation regarding this feline at all during the moments before the prayer took place? Can God encounter a cat? How did I assume this cat was walking away from the Lord? I thought Kidders was just the pet name he used for this girl. How could this happen to me? Just then Taryn ends and he looks at both of us. The spirit of awkward descends into our kitchen and with an embarrassed goodbye Dave leaves and Taryn falls on the ground laughing. Once again, I fade away trying to figure out what just took place.
Pretty sure I am still trying to figure it out. But, it makes for a great laugh.
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