You know the line. You know the scene: she
goes into the boutique to buy some clothes with a pocket full of cash and the
snobby women would not wait on her?
At one time, a long time ago, I was fat—not a little, not over weigh, fat,
morbidly obese. Nothing fit me. I either made dresses or had them made. I was
miserable and I am sure it showed. I was shopping with a friend—well she was
shopping I was just along for the ride. She was wealthy—I was not.
We went into
a lingerie boutique. Personally I had never been in a boutique quite like
this—they met her with champagne—seated her on a lovely settee, asked what she
was looking for and brought a variety of items.
My friend needed a fancy negligee for her daughter’s wedding
night. She wanted g-strings for a shower. She was looking for panty sets to
take on a honey moon. I was looking at the negligees when I was asked not to
touch things. It was not loud enough for anyone to hear, not to embarrass me
just enough to let me know I did not belong. I picked up a g-string--
$125. That was more than my electric
bill when I used the air conditioning…I was WAY out of my league. She told me
that there was NOTHING in this store that would fit me. Duh. I was so fat there
was nothing in ANY store that was going to fit me. I did not touch anything
else but wandered around just looking and observing.
My friend picked out a negligee. $7K the robe was around
$10K. She picked up a half dozen g-strings. She also added a bra for the
wedding dress, a couple of cute little bra sets. Probably $25K total. I stayed
by the door just watching. We had not spoken while we were in the store. I was
so ashamed because I did not belong and concerned my presence was embarrassing
her. I put my hand on the door to leave and she turned to me, “Just a minute
Sally.”
I cringed. Now they knew I was with her and the lady who had
never moved more than a foot from me stepped away. I was totally humiliated and
in the midst of my own despair I almost missed what happened. When everything
was rung in, when everything was wrapped in tissue, when everything was placed
in bags and they were ready for her check (this was WAY before the movie) she
said, “This is my friend. You gave me champagne and offered her nothing. You
seated me—you followed her. You waited on me—you told her she was not good
enough for anything in your store. Since she is not good enough for this store
this store is not good enough for me to spend this money.” She turned and
headed towards me and the door.
I was so shocked I could not function. She had to put her
arm around me to get the door open and she gently guided me out. I burst into
tears. I told her to go back and get her lovely things. I apologized for
embarrassing her. I blubbered.
She hushed me. She let me know how important I was to her.
She knew the shop owner and was going to call. She was livid. We went to another shop—arm in arm. We
laughed. We shopped. We went to lunch….
I have thought a lot about that day—the rejection replaced
by acceptance. The shame released though kind words. The self-hatred destroyed
by loving considerations. The rigid fear of what people thought about me
shattered in the realization that a stranger’s opinion is not my guiding
factor. The self-centered introspection replaced by a heart that looks for
others who are hurting.
When you are out and about are you self-absorbed or
observant—looking for people who need prayer? When someone talks to you do you
listen to what is not being said or do you filter what you hear through
stereo-types and prejudices?
What is intercession to you? Just a prayer here and there
when it is convenient or makes you look good? Or, are you ever watching what
God is showing you? Listening to that whisper? The gifts are not for your
personal entertainment. Neither are they to make you look good in front of a
crowd. The gifts are to convince the unbelievers, to encourage those who need
it and help the hurting or confused. They are to edify, correct and promote
growth. The gifts are also powerful weapons of intercession.
Luke 13
The
Parable of the Barren Fig Tree
6 He also
spoke this parable: “A certain man had a fig tree planted
in his vineyard, and he came seeking fruit on it and found none. 7 Then he
said to the keeper of his vineyard, ‘Look, for three years I have come seeking
fruit on this fig tree and find none. Cut it down; why does it use up the
ground?’8 But he answered and said to him, ‘Sir, let it
alone this year also, until I dig around it and fertilize it. 9 And if it
bears fruit, well. But if not, after that you can
cut it down.’”
Be alert in the market place.
Be aware of those around you. Listen to those who talk to
you.
Pray and keep the intercession lines open.
Don’t let any “one” be lost because there was no intercessor
to dig around its roots, fertilize it, water it…..We are looking for fruit here.
What a great message, and a wonderful friend.
ReplyDeleteJK--thanks so much. Yes she was. I really miss her.
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