It’s funny how when you open up your Bible and begin reading, God places before you a certain verse or verses that you need to learn from. This morning when I opened my Bible to Ephesians, there it was. He knows I need to work a little more on my Inner Towanda.
Don’t use bad language. Say only what is good and helpful to those you are talking to, and what will give them a blessing.—Ephesians 4:29
For though once your heart was full of darkness, now it is full of light from the Lord, and your behavior should show it!—Ephesians 5:8,9
So be careful how you act; these are difficult days. Don’t be fools; be wise: make the most of every opportunity you have for doing good.—Ephesians 5:15,16
My Inner Towanda decided to show herself during the baseball game last night. Now, if you are wondering where I’m getting this Towanda thing from, it’s from the movie ‘Fried Green Tomatoes.’ Kathy Bates plays a very soft-spoken character, but after she learns about how there is a little Towanda in all of us, she snaps and her Towanda takes over…..
Yeah, my Towanda came out. There are certain things that can bring her to the surface, especially when people disrespect others who are just doing their job, and if the person doing that job is an older gentleman who is like family, that makes it worse. I don’t usually confront strangers, but I did last night. I regret it because I could have handled the situation in a more Christian manner.
Last night as I approached my usual seat at the ballpark, I noticed a gentleman was in the seat behind mine. He was a very tanned bald guy, a kind of WWE retiree looking guy. He was leaning over a bit as he gobbled down some tasty treat from the concession stand. I sat down and heard him munching away right behind my head. Nice. My usher, who is an older gentleman, who I think of as family, stopped to tell me how crazy things were in the seats. There were people sitting anywhere they pleased, so he was having to tell them to move to the seat their ticket assigned them to. Then he says, “I’m about to check the ticket of the man sitting behind you.” Their conversation went a bit like this; Usher,”Sir, can I check your ticket, please?” WWE Retiree, “Yeah, let me finish my food first.” (That right there told me he was in the wrong seat.) Usher, “Okay, I’ll be back.” A couple of minutes later… Usher, “Ok, let me see your ticket.” Silence as WWE digs around for the ticket. Usher, “Well sir, your ticket is around the other side.” WWE, “Someone told me this was the seat.” Usher, “No sir, your ticket is for 109, this is Section 105.” WWE doesn’t want to move to the correct seat, and I can feel my Towanda rising from the deep. I told myself to just hush and this will get resolved. Stay out of it Montee, but Towanda was beating in my chest by this point. WWE kept talking about being a Season Ticket holder, this and that. Finally he says, “Let me finish my hotdog and I’ll move.” He was taking his time. Once again….Usher,”Sir, you need to move, now.” WWE starts gathering his things to move to his correct seat and says under his breath, “A**hole.” He says it under his breath, but right into my ear. Towanda has had it. This man has disrespected my usher friend. So Towanda turns around, looks WWE in those beady eyes behind his sunglasses and growls, “No, you sir are being the a**hole. Now you need to get your stuff and move along. I don’t appreciate you cussing in my ear, either.” Yep, after I cussed at him, I said I didn’t appreciate him cussing. He mumbled something back at me as he walked away, but I didn’t pay attention. All I could think about was what I had done. Why didn’t I just keep quiet? Why didn’t I just turn around and say, “Sir, I think I need to pray for you because you are not a very nice person.” Instead I did the most un-Christian thing I could have done. I allowed my emotions to get the best of me instead of listening to the Holy Spirit that was battling against my Inner Towanda. Towanda took over my heart, my mind, and then my tongue. This morning as I opened my Bible, there was God speaking to me, in your face speaking to me about what I had done.
Y’all, we are in difficult days. We live in a time where it seems no one wants to be told they can’t do something. We live in a world that says anything goes. We live in a world of sin, and every single one of us are sinners. Whether it is Towanda, or whatever you want to call it, sin is sin and last night in my seat at that ballpark, I sinned. I took the easy route, the worldly route instead of the godly route when it came to my reaction. I need to be more of a light for people like WWE because people like that need light in their lives or they wouldn’t be behaving in such a manner. I failed God at that moment, but I also learned from it. God wants us to learn from our sin, ask Him for forgiveness, and to the best of our human ability emulate His Son by telling our Towanda, “Take your stuff and move along.”