A few weeks ago we gave a good friend of ours a colorful striped dress shirt for his birthday. The following is an excerpt from an email I received from him a few minutes ago:
I wore the birthday shirt you got me with my suit this past Sunday; it was all the rage in PEC. It looked pretty slick; really light and “breathe-y” too. The bishop pointed out I wasn’t wearing a white shirt and I agreed that I wasn’t and then pointed out that I could have, but then I’d look just as dull and outdated as he did. Then I said that it could have been worse- I could be sleeping like the high priest rep sitting next to me; or I could have not showed up like a couple of other people that should have been there.
All that didn’t really happen, but I wish it had. As I was driving to church I was playing scenarios in my mind trying to think of the wittiest comments to show the ridiculousness of such a concern. I came up with some zingers, but I never had the chance to zing them. It’s ironic that I’m upset that no one focused on what I call a concern not worthy of focus.
I thought this was hilarious. The irony IS so thick for me because perhaps more than anyone I do the same thing. I get pre-emptively bothered that someone would be bothered about something so small. My defensiveness is no better than another’s offense.
If you want a nice, shiny hypocrite, I’m polished and poised.
Note: Let’s please not turn this into the conversation we have every week about white vs. colored shirts. And thank you for your support.