(It’s guest post Friday! Here’s one from Justin & Trisha Davis. You can check out their blog here. You can also follow them on Twitter @justindavis33 and @trishadavis23. If you want to write a guest post for SCL, here’s how!)
Last summer, my two oldest sons went to basketball camp at the college my wife Trisha and I attended. A few hours after we dropped them off, I got a text from my oldest. It said, “Dad, our coach for the week is your college basketball teammate, Kenny.” I texted back, “That’s awesome, have fun.”
But in my gut I was nervous. Kenny has stories to tell about me. Kenny has stories that I’m glad originated before Twitter or Facebook. Kenny is the keeper of stories that I’d successfully kept from my kids for 15 years.
Halfway through the week, I got a call from my boys. They were on speakerphone, and they were laughing hysterically.
“Is GOD there!?” one of them shouted. “Can we talk to GOD?” another screamed through laughter.
Kenny had leaked the story. My boys knew about how I met their mother and the day I almost lost my salvation. It wasn’t intentional blasphemy. I was trying to win the heart of a lady.
Since Kenny shared it with them, I’ll share it with you.
Trisha and I met in 1993. I was a junior, and she was a freshman at Lincoln. After one of our first chapels of the year, my aforementioned friend Kenny asked, “Have you seen the hot girl with the bright red lipstick?”
I hadn’t. . . yet.
I have to admit something: I am not proud of the story I am about to share. I wish that the details weren’t true, but unfortunately, for your perception of me, they are.
Kenny and I walked from the chapel over to the cafeteria, and there Trisha stood—big 1993 hair coupled with bright red lipstick. She was indeed hot. I wanted to make a big impression, so I approached her with confidence.
“Hey there, beautiful. I don’t think we’ve ever met.” She smirked with what was either charm or disgust. So I continued to wow her. “My name is God, and—” pointing to Kenny—“this is my son, Jesus Christ.”
I don’t really know what I was thinking with that introduction. Maybe because we were at Bible College, I thought it would be both spiritual and endearing. Trisha thought it was neither.
I thought it was money. Trish thought it was blasphemy. Not only did she not want to go out with me, she was questioning my salvation.
Does claiming to be God count as blasphemy? Surely a pick up line couldn’t count as the unpardonable sin?
It took me several months to overcome that intro and convince Trish I wasn’t a cult leader. She eventually decided to go out with me and the rest is history…and a story my kids won’t let me forget.
Accidental blasphemy doesn’t actually qualify does it?
For more great writing from Justin & Trisha, check out their book here.