We’re grown-ups, right?
We can say fart.
Let’s call it what it is. It’s not a toot or a fluff or an ut-oh or an oopsie.
It’s a fart. And the best kind of fart is when you can find a way to get everyone to believe that your stinky fart was someone else’s fart.
Let me tell you about the one time in my life where I successfully pulled this off.
Every Summer, my church has Sunday night services at the beach, something that we’ve done since way before I ever started attending in 2006.
We have it all, surfing and barbeque and worship music and preaching and teaching from the Word of God!
We also bring down a truck load of white, portable, plastic chairs perfect for the beach.
They’re also perfect for having a little reverb when the potluck food makes it’s way through your system and produces some sweet, sweet smells.
I found this out the hard way.
Actually, my buddy found it out the hard way, when he was sitting next to a couple girls who thought he was the perpetrator of the situation.
There’s nothing quite like seeing someone get embarrassed while defending himself for something he didn’t do, all while looking like he knew he was guilty, as I kept my poker face throughout the entire ordeal.
Later that night when we were all over at a friend’s house, the subject was brought up again and I spilled the beans that I was in fact the caped villain that produced the infraction.
I have to admit: I’m a lot better at letting other people take the blame for my transgressions than I am for confessing them.
The fart prank was pretty funny, but this kinda thing generally isn’t right and it doesn’t get me any closer to God.
Do you ever let someone take the fall for you even though God already knows you’re the culprit?
