When I said it, I knew my attempt at humor did not
work. Oops! Instead of a laugh, I could see the slightly
furrowed brow and a hint of pain.
Oops! What I had intended did not
work. In fact, it turned into a
mini-disaster. There was no need of an
ambulance or first-aid. There was no
bleeding. But I had caused a slight
hurt. Oops!
There was no physical pain.
There was no malice on my part.
In fact, I meant well. I was
trying to cultivate a relationship.
Instead, I damaged it. Oops! There are all sorts of words that describe
these kinds of situations: unintended consequences, hurt, destruction. I rather like the innocuous little word,
oops. It must be one of the earlier
words we learn and use. Surely it is
pre-kindergarten.
Oops! It is a vibrant
word. It is only one syllable, but it is
a long syllable. If you say, oops, you
can drag out the sound for a long time.
Maybe if I write it “ooooooops,” you get the sense for how long a
syllable can be! It I say it this way,
it probably signals a big boo-boo.
Today’s boo-boo was not that big.
In the cosmic order of things, it was miniscule. But I had caused some damage instead of
delight. Oops!
I am not sure in the moment I was thinking about spiritual
things and spiritual implications. But
most of normal life has spiritual implications, I think. I refuse to define spirituality in such
mystic, arcane ways that it has nothing to do with normal, routine life. For me all relationships are a reflection of
my spirituality. They may reflect good
spirituality (healthy relationships) or bad spirituality (unhealthy
relationships).
Relationships are not static. There is no relationship---humanly
speaking---that I have had all my life.
Since both of my parents are deceased, that surely is true. No one I currently know has been part of my
life, all my life. Every relationship I
have has a beginning, some endurance and no ending---yet. Of course, I could point to countless
relationships I have had that have ended.
Probably in many of those cases, I am guilty of bad spirituality. Oops!
My backfire attempt at humor was an endeavor to develop an
early relationship I have with this person.
As with most early relationships, we are walking on eggs and don’t
really know it. In new relationships, we
often do not know where the pitfalls are.
Oops! It is easy to “fall into
the pit.” Oops! I fell into the pit today. No doubt, “Oops” was the sound accompanying
my fall. I tried to scramble out of the
pit, but I knew I had messed up the developing relationship. Now oops had turned to Dang!
Oops is typically the moment of recognition. Some people swear instead. I don’t find swearing very effective. In fact, swearing tends to be
dismissive. If I blow it and swear, I might
feel better---but that surely is an illusion because nothing is better. I like oops much better. Oops is my acknowledgment that I messed up…I
blew it somehow. Even if I did not
intend to blow it, once I recognize it, oops is my momentary apology.
Of course, there is much more work to do. Oops is transitional. Oops means, “Dang, I blew up.” Oops says, in effect, “my fault.” Normally, oops is my first response on the
way to “I’m sorry.” I can elaborate by
saying how I am sorry. “I did not intend
to do it,” is one version of sorrow explained.
Oops is important, because it means I am not trying to blame the other
for my mistake.
Oops is humbling.
Oops articulates the fact that I am not perfect. In theological terms, oops is the human
response to sin. Again, oops is the
recognition that theologically I blew it.
I wonder if the Genesis text actually missed one of the utterances of
Adam and Eve. When they ate the fruit in
Eden and realized what they had done, I can believe Adam turned to Eve and
said, “Oops!” Eve would have said
something like, “Dang, we blew it.” And
then they hid in the garden, for they were naked and afraid.
Let’s follow this biblical story. God did not immediately condemn them to hell
forever and ever. Instead, God did
banish them from Eden (another word for Paradise or Perfection). Now they were to live East of Eden---the
world in which you and I live. East of
Eden is a world of risk. Even when we
mean well in our relationships, we risk blowing it. Probably the question is not whether we will blow it, but rather when will we blow it? Yesterday was my day to blow it. Oops!
I am confident my friend will be gracious and allow us to
move beyond my mistake. I appreciate the
grace---even if it seems like no big deal to the friend. Grace usually is a “Yes, but”
experience. Grace comes to us even when
we, Yes, have blown it. My friend and,
doubtlessly God, says, “Yes you blew it, but…but that’s ok. Let’s move on.” Thanks to my friend and thanks be to God.
I will never take lightly those moments when I say,
Oops. I will know it is a time of
recognition and, ultimately, restoration of relationship. I thought Oops was not a good word. I now recognize it may actually be a good
word. It is a good word if I can recognize
and act on my mistake. Grace turns oops
into Whew! Thanks!
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