I had to do something uncomfortable this morning…
For the past two months, the pastor of our new church has been calling me by the wrong name.
I haven’t said anything because he has really gone out of his way to make us feel welcome. Besides, it has usually been just a quick handshake in the middle of the worship service.
But today I met has I was heading into the men’s meeting. He was shoveling snow off of the sidewalk.
Once again, he called me by the wrong name.
I thought, “I’ve got to bring this up sometime and now is as good a time as any…”
But how do you address this? and still be cool?
Oh, that’s right. I just remembered…
I don’t have to worry about that last thought. I’ve never been cool. Whew! That’s a load off my mind!
I decided to just dive in. I put my hand on his shoulder, looked him in the eye and said, “I’m not offended, but my name is Lord.”
No, no, no…I said my real name!
He was so embarrassed and apologetic.
I said, “No worries.”
Oh well, now he knows.