I wasn’t going to tell this story, because drawing attention to myself was not the point.
Two weeks ago, I played bass for Sunday worship. We did Matt Redman’s song “Undignified” which draws its words from the time one of King David’s wives rebuked him for dancing in worship, and he retorted, “I’ll become even more undignified than this!”
In my book, if you’re going to do a song, you’d better mean it. So as I hammered out the bass line, I starting prancing (I can’t call it dancing) along the length of the back of the stage. Finally, I dropped to my knees, then got on my back, and started spinning in circles. The spinning caused me to become unplugged, but I never noticed — I was busy. One shoe unexpectedly went flying through the air, so I deliberately followed it with the other one. As I followed its path I thought, “Oh no, it’s going to hit one of the singers!” Thankfully, the shoes made a good arc just over their heads, dropping in front of the stage.
And that is the end of my story.