spark3If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you know that I’m a horrible klutz. An extremely horrible klutz! I’m always getting myself into silly situations. Years ago, when I went on a missions trip to Uruguay, I managed to keep my clumsy tendencies under control—at least until one fateful Sunday morning when I woke up freezing. I scrambled quickly into my dressy clothes and then stood with my back to a heater trying to warm my chilly legs. When I finally warmed up, I turned around and heard my roommate gasp, “Yikes! Is that a hole in your skirt?”

coalSpinning around, I tried to see the back of my velvety skirt. For a moment, I closely resembled a puppy chasing its tail. Eventually, I went to a mirror and took a good look. The heater had melted a hole that was roughly the size of a salad plate into the back of my skirt. I gasped. I had no idea what type of material my skirt was made out of, but I was lucky I hadn’t caught on fire. I was also lucky that I had a friend who hadn’t let me leave the room in such an undignified condition.

fire longI’ve thought quite a bit about that hole over the years, and I still can’t believe that I didn’t feel my skirt melting. And worse—I can’t believe how close I came to flashing my underpants to a whole Uruguayan church. The more I’ve thought about that hole, the more a truth has been revealed. You see, I think sin is a lot like that Uruguayan heater. The minute you get close to it, you put yourself in danger. If you don’t move away, your skirt begins to melt, and you open yourself up to destruction, ridicule, and embarrassment. And if you keep on going, you might just flash your underpants to a whole group of people. (Oh, the horror!!!) You never manage to get away with sin—it always leaves a mark.

inferno1Sin is such a hideous thing. It starts out small and innocent. It seems easy to control. It’s like a tiny spark that slowly grows into an ember that turns into a small flame that gradually increases into an uncontrollable inferno. I didn’t realize I was getting into trouble when I stood by that heater, but I ended up ruining my favorite skirt. I think that’s the way sin works. You usually don’t realize you are in trouble until it’s too late. I’m so grateful to my friend who pointed out the hole in my skirt before I embarrassed myself, and today, if you’re getting just a little too close to sin—let me be that friend for you. “YIKES!!! IS THAT A HOLE IN YOUR SKIRT??  FOR GOODNESS SAKE, GET AWAY FROM THAT HEATER!!!!”


fire far away“If anyone hears the trumpet but does not take warning…his blood will be on his own head.” Ezekiel 33:4

(Lol!! Hey, you try to find a Bible verse about melted skirts, space heaters, and sin—it simply isn’t there!!)

Have a wonderful day, my friends!!



6 thoughts on “YIKES!!! IS THAT A HOLE IN YOUR SKIRT???

  1. I can totally relate to the hole in your skirt story. Our family motto is “It’s Always A Story with the Henderson’s” and things like that always happen to us. We have lots to laugh about and that is a good thing. Thanks for giving me a chuckle this morning and reminding me that I am not the only one who does funny things. 🙂

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  2. Thank you again for a wonderful blog, my first thought while reading this was, just as well God is a wonderful re-designer, He can take any ruined skirt (person) and completely change it (them) into something just as beautiful and useful. I hope you were able to do something nice with the skirt.

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    1. I’m glad you enjoyed this blog post, Helen! And you are right–God is a Master Re-designer! As far as my skirt, I did do something nice with it. Other than the hole in the back, the rest of the lovely, velvety material in the skirt was just fine. I was staying in a Christian college dormitory, and the Uruguayan girls on my floor assured me that if I would let them keep the remains of the skirt, they could cut out the bad patch, and resew it, and make the skirt lovely again. The skirt would never fit me again, but it would definitely fit a petite Uruguayan woman. The skirt really was lovely–I was glad it got the a chance to make another woman happy.


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