---Embarrassment, Honesty ~~

--I ONCE Pastored a church that met in a former dance hall. Wanting to save money, our small fellowship used carpet remnants for the center aisle. Over the years, the seams began to loosen, and if you weren't careful, your foot could catch.

My wife told me, "Honey, you should get those fixed before some elderly lady trips and falls." I applied a procedure I had learned from my deacons. I tabled the issue.

A few weeks later before a Sunday morning service, I was meditating in my office at the rear of the church. Realizing I was a few minutes late, I hurried into the sanctuary and briskly walked up the center aisle.

As I reached the front, in full view of the congregation, my foot slipped under a loose seam, and I lunged forward. Fortunately, I caught my balance, but my toupee decided to embark on a journey of its own. I snatched it in midair, deposited it back on my head, and proceeded calmly and coolly to the pulpit.

When I turned around, however, I was greeted with mass hysteria. I had placed my toupee on sideways!

-Besides the important lesson of listening to the cautions of your wife, I learned something else: 'If it's not your own hair don't wear it.' ~~
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