i put my foot in my mouth

It was bound to happen at some point in my life.  Odds are, if you spend enough time speaking in public, that you’ll say something wrong, miss-pronounce a name, or sing the wrong words at the wrong time.  It happened to me last Sunday.

I was in the middle of a baby dedication for a lovely family.  They were having their 2 youngest children dedicated.  As I worked through the ceremony, I called the dad “Kevin.”  That would be fine, if his parents had decided to call him Kevin, too.  Unfortunately for me, they named him Jonathan.  As soon as I said “Kevin” it felt wrong.  I wasn’t sure that I’d blown it, but I didn’t repeat his name (or what I thought was his name) again.

Sure enough, as I took my seat for the preaching, someone leaned over to me and whispered, “You called him Kevin, but his name is Jon.”  Well, what’s a guy to do?

I apologized from the stage before we sang the last set of songs, and asked Jon to forgive me.  Then as soon as the worship ended I bolted to catch up with the family.  They were totally gracious, and I apologized up and down.  I don’t know where my head was.

I have a friend named Kevin who had just read our Advent Reading a few minutes beforehand.  And there’s a friend from my past named Kevin with the same last name as the family.  But I really blew it.  I had the kids names, and the mother’s name, but I totally spaced on the dad.

Oh well, I guess it was bound to happen.  I’m glad that it was taken well by the family, and that I’ve got that out of the way.  Unless my brain is just on the front edge of total collapse, and this is a sign of things to come…

Sometimes these things get captured on vide, posted to the internets, and take on a life of their own.  Have you seen this one?

How was your weekend?