Posted by Hannah Etsebeth | Posted in Musings | Posted on 07-05-2010
Tags: david, dignity, samuel, undignified
I lost my dignity once. Somewhere in between the main floor and the basement of a Colorado vacation spot my dignity took a U-turn. I’ll spare you the details at an attempt to retain some of the feelings of femininity I like to possess. But to put it simply, my loss of dignity involved three things: Altitude sickness, my forehead… and a toilet seat. No doubt a recipe for disaster.
The Encounter with the Toilet Seat
It went something like this. I felt a bit sick… really sick. I went to the bathroom to take care of that. Through an unfortunate incident… the toilet seat hit me in the forehead leaving a rather large and very conspicuous gash right in between my eyes… followed by two black eyes.
I lost my dignity that day… and the day after… and the day after that. War wounds of that nature beckon explanation. Bye-bye dignity.
What I really think about dignity.
I think it’s overrated. The loss of dignity provides a chance for a reminder of our humanity and a balanced view of the world around us. We hold fast to our dignity, but perhaps that is one of the greatest deterrents to doing something great. I’m not saying that random stories that happen during a ski vacation really have much to do with the overall theme of making a difference. But if one day I get to make a choice to be a bit undignified in order to impact the greater good, then I hope to choose to look like a fool and have a foolish story to tell. I will gladly lose my dignity for those in need.
“I will become even more undignified than this, and I will be humiliated in my own eyes. But by these slave girls you spoke of, I will be held in honor.” – 2 Samuel 6:22