This week I ventured over to Wycombe and popped into Marks and Spencer.
I was having a ‘happy’ time
just wandering around minding my own business when this man comes over
to me with a shirt in hand complaining that it had a label indicating the chest
size but not the neck measurements. ‘Oh,
is that right’, I said. ‘Yes’, he
replied, ‘So what do you think I should do?’
Well, as our acquaintance was less than a minute old I thought this
rather odd being entrusted so soon in our unexpected friendship with his wardrobe
Eventually – well after another fifteen seconds – I had to put him out of his
misery and tell him I too was a customer!
His remorse was instant as he apologised profusely telling me he thought
I was staff. I’m still trying to work
There are a couple of cases of mistaken identity to be found in the Easter story.
On the Emmaus road the dejected followers of Jesus spent the entire journey
thinking they were speaking to a stranger rather than their Lord. And most strikingly, perhaps, is Mary at the
Garden Tomb supposing that her early morning conversation was with the ‘gardener’.
Jesus turned up – but, for a time at least, wasn’t recognised.
Maybe it’s not too different today. We
look for God in cathedrals and chapels yet so often miss his incarnational
presence in the so called ‘ordinary’ and ‘mundane’ aspects of our lives.
So, if I see you in Marks and Spencer – I still don’t know the equivalent neck
measurements to chest sizes – so its better if you ask someone else!
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