embarrass [em-bar-uh s]: to cause confusion and shame to; make uncomfortably self-conscious; disconcert; abash
That is the only word I can come up with for it. Last night while teaching at Whitworth a couple of my students snickered to each other to which I asked, “Is there something I should know?” Well, there was something I should know, indeed! Apparently I had left my house for class with my shirt inside out. WHAT?!?! One of the students, attempting to swallow her laughter, gladly informed me of my oversight.
Now know this; my class this semester is populated by only young women. Seriously, are there any guys at Whitworth that love God? A room full of 20-year-old women…and me. In a younger, more vulnerable life, I would’ve fallen over in embarrassment. In my current season, I just looked up and went, “Oh, thanks,” trying hard not to look nonplussed, “…now turn in your text to…” At the break, I dashed to the bathroom and switched it right side out. As I was standing in front of the mirror, I honestly broke out in a belly laugh, feeling a wee self-conscious, yet still amused. To be honest, I realized I was playing out the all too familiar role of the unkept, absent-minded professor.
What is that Bible verse? “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.” Maybe it should say, “…gives grace to the Humbled.” Check!