I was taken back a bit when I ran across several posts on Facebook about some upcoming events. There were four of them in one pop-up. At first glance, it appeared that one of my daughters was interested in attending the Uptown Peep Show.
Normally, I would have quickly moved on. My interest was piqued, however, by the possibility that my daughter was considering going to such an affair. As it turns out, I had conflated a couple of the events (as wandering minds tend to do). The first event was “The Revival at Uptown Alley.” This, upon further review, was a musical event featuring rock, blues, and metal.
The event in which my daughter had an interest was the “Occoquan Peep Show & Easter Bunny Visit.” I’m guessing this was with an eye toward pleasing my two-year-old granddaughter. The “uptown” from the former and the “peep show” from the latter got melded in my mind’s eye—an interesting mind meld to say the least. Sometimes it’s fun getting old.
“You can do a lot with a good title.”
So, as it turns out, the Uptown Peep Show was only in my feeble brain. I kind of like the title, though. One can do a lot with a good title (peep shows not withstanding). Some of you probably were drawn to this blog simply because of the title itself.
All this got me to rationalizing about my life. Since my brain seems to be ebbing away by dribs and drabs, maybe I should come up with a good title for my memoirs. Even though I may never get around to remembering them (let alone writing them), at least I’d have a good title for the accumulated experiences I’ve faced while on this earth.
So far, I’ve come up with a few I thought were substantial. “I Preacher.” “Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow.” “The Art of Nonsense.” But the one I’ve settled on is, “Dave is a Four-Letter Word.” It has a certain ring to it, don’t you think? I doubt I’ll actually be writing any memoirs, but I just might find a place for that title.
“It was a heady moment…”
When it gets right down to it, a lot of folks get hung up on titles—especially their own. That may be true these days even more than ever. But, I think it’s been true for centuries—even for millennia. I remember the first time someone referred to me as “the Reverend.” It was kind of a heady moment, but it didn’t take the Lord long to humble me. Titles aren’t always deserved.
I suspect some people never get past the need to have that ego boost. The Pharisees were known for it. King Herod dug it. Guys like Saul and Ahab took advantage of it. Titles certainly attract attention, but they need to be seen through the prism of practicality and humility.
Over the years, kings have come and gone. As it turns out, however, the only one who ever really deserved His title is King Jesus. Yet, He shunned it for us.
[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently pastor of Smith Chapel in Great Falls, VA.]