Going Incognito
Bob Wickizer
Matthew 25:31-46
Almost all of us have had the experience at one time or another of going incognito, that is, we have pretended that we are someone else. The first time was probably when we first dressed up for Halloween. Do you remember dressing up as witches, pirates, pumpkins and skeletons? We may have simply pulled an old paper sack over our heads and went to the neighbor's house and exclaimed: "Trick or Treat?!" The neighbor then played the game and responded, "Whose little one are you?"
There was only once, perhaps twice, that I really went incognito, and it wasn't at a masquerade party. I was a junior in college and full of pranks. I had finished working as a canoeing guide up in northern Minnesota, so by the end of the summer, my beard and hair were long and bushy. I put on dark glasses, old crummy clothes and looked very much like a 1960s hippie. I knew my older sister Beverly was flying into Minneapolis airport, and I decided to surprise her at the airport. I had long hair, long beard, old clothes, sunglasses, and posture that could fool her. She came off the airplane, and I approached her saying, "Lady, you got a dime for a cool cat like me?" I persisted. She ran. I persisted more, grabbed her arm, and sharply said her name, "Beverly." It was then she first recognized me and exclaimed, "You brat."
She would have treated me differently if she would have known my true identity.
Knowing that I had a good thing going, I decided to try this "new look" out on my aunt and uncle on the farm, Aunt Gudrun and Uncle Clarence. I drove to their farmhouse, parked my car down the road so they wouldn't see it, approached their door and knocked. Aunt Gudrun opened the door. I asked, "Do you have a meal for a hungry person like myself? Lady, I am desperate for food." She looked at me and said, "Just a minute. Clarence? Clarence?" she called, as she closed the door and went into the house. I waited for what seemed like an eternit ...
Bob Wickizer
Matthew 25:31-46
Almost all of us have had the experience at one time or another of going incognito, that is, we have pretended that we are someone else. The first time was probably when we first dressed up for Halloween. Do you remember dressing up as witches, pirates, pumpkins and skeletons? We may have simply pulled an old paper sack over our heads and went to the neighbor's house and exclaimed: "Trick or Treat?!" The neighbor then played the game and responded, "Whose little one are you?"
There was only once, perhaps twice, that I really went incognito, and it wasn't at a masquerade party. I was a junior in college and full of pranks. I had finished working as a canoeing guide up in northern Minnesota, so by the end of the summer, my beard and hair were long and bushy. I put on dark glasses, old crummy clothes and looked very much like a 1960s hippie. I knew my older sister Beverly was flying into Minneapolis airport, and I decided to surprise her at the airport. I had long hair, long beard, old clothes, sunglasses, and posture that could fool her. She came off the airplane, and I approached her saying, "Lady, you got a dime for a cool cat like me?" I persisted. She ran. I persisted more, grabbed her arm, and sharply said her name, "Beverly." It was then she first recognized me and exclaimed, "You brat."
She would have treated me differently if she would have known my true identity.
Knowing that I had a good thing going, I decided to try this "new look" out on my aunt and uncle on the farm, Aunt Gudrun and Uncle Clarence. I drove to their farmhouse, parked my car down the road so they wouldn't see it, approached their door and knocked. Aunt Gudrun opened the door. I asked, "Do you have a meal for a hungry person like myself? Lady, I am desperate for food." She looked at me and said, "Just a minute. Clarence? Clarence?" she called, as she closed the door and went into the house. I waited for what seemed like an eternit ...
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